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I opened the door to the Principle office. She was sitting with her back to us in a big leather chair. Mrs. Hills closed the door. I watched as Mrs. Tanner turned her chair. She was naked except for a big ruler in one hand. "Mrs. Hills grab his wrist and hold him. It's time for his weekly corporal punishment. Your next. Take off your new dress. Some of the boys in your class have reported to me that they can't concentrate when your dressed like that. I need a new Vice Principle to help me with this young man. He is a bad influence. What do you say?" said Mrs. Tanner. "Oh I think I can help. I loved to be your new Vice Principle. Will I have to work late and spend more time with both of you?" said Mrs. Hills. "Yes!" said Vicky. "Smack! Smack!" My jeans were down to my ankles. Both hot older ladies were spanking my ass with a ruler. I could hear the camera in the Principle office above her desk move. I had put a web cam for an afternoon show above her desk. I also put one under her desk to have her play with her pussy on camera. There was one under Mrs. Hills desk in her class room. "Ummmmm. Thanks girls. Your both doing a great job. The web site is getting bigger. I was wondering........ I met the new Spanish Teacher this morning in the hallway. She coming over after school today to give me a Spanish lesson." I said. "Wait! You don't know Spanish. Your not even in her class.... She our new Foreign Exchange Teacher this year." said Mrs. Tanner and Mrs. Hills. "I know. She was telling my about bring her husband and kids from her homeland. It cost allot of money to bring them here. She was asking about making some extra money...after school" I said. Don The Degenerate Doorman: Apartment 4A The Yoga Wife ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Yes I’m expected. I have an appointment with Mrs. Barnett” the man standing before me announced in a loud and what I perceived to be a haughty tone. “I’m sure you do sir but its building policy to first verify. Wait here and I’ll be right with you” I politely replied. Before reaching for the phone I first finished filling in the boxes for my crossword puzzle answer while the man shifted impatiently. Only then did I pick up the receiver and punch the numbers into the phone. On the third ring it was answered and I heard a woman’s voice say hello. “Yes Mrs. Barnett, this is Don in the lobby. Sorry to bother you. There is a gentleman with a pony tail down here who says he has an appointment with you. Certainly ma’am, I’ll send him right up. You’re very welcome and have a nice day” I said before hanging up. “Sorry for the delay sir, you may now go up. You can take the elevator…” I began when he interrupted me. “Yes, yes I know how to get there. Thank you for all your help” he snidely replied as he headed toward the elevator bank. What a jerk I thought to myself as the door slid closed behind him. A little over an hour later and I was on duty at the front door after relieving Jose to allow him to get off his feet for a bit. Having seniority I didn’t need to do this but knowing how rough it was to be on your feet for hours without a break I usually did my best to accommodate my co-workers. It was because of thoughtful gestures like that I was popular with not only the building tenants but also my fellow building employees. When I noticed people in the lobby coming my way I smoothly held the door open as they passed outside onto Lexington Avenue. “Good afternoon” I said while touching the brim of my cap. Mrs. Barnett nodded in reply while her companion pointedly ignored me. The two of them turned and headed down the sidewalk in the direction of 77th Street. While I stood out in front of the building I could see the two of them were talking and more than once he lightly touched her upper arm while speaking to her. One didn’t have to be a genius to see the inappropriateness of the situation and I felt pity for her husband under the circumstances. The worst part about it was all that Mr. Barnett had given up for her and now she was playing him for a fool. He’d been married to his first wife when he met the current Mrs. Barnett at the private equity firm where both had been employed. From what I understood she had pursued him aggressively, pulling out all the stops until he succumbed to her very considerable charms, which as a man I could understand. When a sexy and attractive woman half your age throws herself at you it must be quite the temptation. He had to pay his first wife a sizable divorce settlement due to the fact they’d been married for over twenty years and had first met in college when he was almost penniless. The first Mrs. Barnett I recalled as a sweet but plain woman who’d been devastated at the time and as soon as the divorce was finalized had moved from the city back to her home state to be closer to her family. Her younger replacement had than persuaded Mr. Barnett to totally redecorate the apartment from top to bottom which must have cost a pretty penny. She also managed to get a write up for their gala wedding in the prestigious style section of The New York Times, to feed her ego no doubt. Of course once they were married she quit her position at the firm now that her ambition of marrying a rich man had been accomplished and finagled herself into becoming a ‘lady who lunches’, as the society doyennes of Manhattan are known. For the past two years she had devoted herself to charitable functions while of course finding the time to get her hair, nails, skin and other assorted body parts pampered on a regular basis. She’d also earned a degree in shopping 101 judging by the number of packages from expensive retailers like Bergdorf Goodman that building staff had toted up to her fourth floor apartment during this period. And now it seemed as if she’d gone beyond just being a spoiled trophy wife to being an adulterous one as well. It was a few days later and I was again at the front desk when the same man arrived with a smug expression on his pretty boy face. This time he said nothing as I called the apartment before sending him up but even as the elevator door closed I’d decided on my course of action. It wasn’t a rash decision on my part for in truth I’d thought about it over the last couple of days. One of the benefits to my job was having the time to contemplate the meanings of life and the universe as well as less weighty subjects even while working. First I waited around ten minutes to allow them time to get started. Then it was a simple matter for me to inform Jose I was going to take my scheduled break and to watch the desk as well as the front door for the next fifteen minutes. I took the elevator to the fourth floor and walked down the corridor until I reached the door I was seeking. Since the building was pre-war almost all the apartments had back doors that exited via the kitchens to allow for easier access to the trash chute. At that moment I was standing by the back door to apartment 4A. Then after first looking around to make sure no one was in sight I removed a key from my pants pocket and slipped it into the lock and turned it. The door opened silently to reveal the apartment’s unlit kitchen and I wasted no time in stepping inside and closing the door behind me. As soon as I was in the kitchen I heard sounds of passion coming from beyond the confines of the room. I first returned the key to my pocket before removing my smart phone and switching it to video mode. Next I crept to the door and crouched down low. It was the type that could swing in either direction so I pushed it a couple of inches out allowing me to spy into the sumptuous living room and I wasn’t disappointed with what I saw. There around fifteen feet from me was the beautiful and naked Mrs. Barnett straddling the pony tail guy while she rode him. They were on a yoga mat which rested on top of the plush carpeting and his hands held her waist as she worked her trim body up and down his shaft. I was so caught up in admiring her sexy figure that for a moment I forgot to hit record though that oversight was soon corrected. She looked incredible with her taut buttocks and toned thighs as they drove her body up and down. Her lustrous brown hair was cinched back in a pony tail and her fair skin had a light sheen of sweat from her exertions. From my angle I had a partial view of her shapely breast and facial profile which revealed her eyes were shut as she enjoyed herself. Perhaps she was nearing climax, for as I watched her moans became louder and the speed of her movement increased. But at that moment the man cried out he was cumming and with a disappointed sounding groan she scrambled off him. His hand grabbed his member and jerked it a couple of times when it began shooting cum in the air. It landed on her ass and leg as she hovered over him and after a few more strokes to coax out whatever remained he released his cock and sighed contentedly. She on the other hand appeared to be still wanting more for once he let go of his member Mrs. Barnett took hold of it and began to pump it to prevent him from going flaccid. Having seen (and filmed) enough I decided it was best to get out before I could be discovered. Easing the door back into place I stopped recording and stood up. On my tiptoes I retraced my steps to the apartment’s back door and quietly exited to the hallway. After locking it back up I then headed to the elevator.

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