Free The Principal's Daughter by Zak Hardacre Page B

security umbrella was breached. This was highly unlikely given the number of armed Marines and security staff, not just outside but also within the Embassy.
    The day dragged on, most of which Richard spent chatting to the Ambassador's secretary. She was a little thing only about five feet four inches, and came up to Richards's chest. She was heavily stacked in the chest department, and with a low-buttoned blouse. Her breasts were almost spilling over. She had a tiny waist and an ass to die for. Richard would just sit in her office and watch her move from her desk to the filing cabinet. her hips swaying provocatively, causing his dick to twitch in his suit trousers. He fantasised bending her over the desk, forcing up her tight fitting skirt, and plundering that sweet asshole, her tits forced into the polished mahogany surface, as he had his carnal actions with her.
    The fantasy was broken by the sound of the public address system, asking that he make his way to Hanks office. Richard immediately rose, the recognisable sign of his hard on, evident for the secretary to see. She grinned as she took the teacup he had been drinking. Wishing him a good day, and remarking that she would see him tomorrow, she watched his arse as it disappeared out the door. She had a thing for British guys, especially ones with rugged good looks.
    Richard knocked on Hank's office door, and asked to enter. His Principal was busy packing away the papers from his desk into a safe on the wall. Locking the safe, he turned on his heel, smiling at Richard he asked how his day had been.
    "A little stagnant to be honest, Hank. I have drunk so much tea that I think my bladder is going to burst," he replied.
    "Well, at least this evening you will have something to do. The Embassy parties are notorious for people getting drunk and making asses out of themselves. Just try and steer me clear of any of them, will you?" Hank laughed at his own joke.
    "I will do my best" Richard responded, turning to open the door for his boss.
    As they walked along the corridor, Richard spoke into his radio, ordering Carl to be outside in five minutes. Carl had parked around the corner in the secure car park. His day would have been about exciting as Richard’s. Therefore, by the time they had exited the building, he was waiting directly outside, engine running. Richard opened the rear door for Hank, who slid across the seat. Richard jumped into the passenger space, and they set off.
    By the time they arrived back at the house, they only had two hours before they were leaving again for the party. Richard returned to his room, took out his dinner jacket, trousers, a dress shirt and bow tie. He hung them on the outside of the wardrobe, and ensured that they were in pristine condition. The shirt need ironing, but he would do that after he had showered.
    He quickly undressed; tossing his clothes on the bed, and entered the bathroom. Opening the glass shower cubicle, he turned the dial to the required temperature. Rotating the control to release the water, he stood back, waiting for it reach the required heat. Steam quickly filled the room, and he stepped into the cubicle.
    Lifting his face to the showerhead, he clenched his eyes tightly shut. The warm water made contact with his eyelids soothing them, releasing the tension of the day. Richard stood there for a moment motionless, allowing the water to cascade over his body. Taking a bottle of shower gel from the tray screwed to the tiles, he squeezed a generous portion into his hand. Massaging it first into his scalp, he worked his way down to his chest, torso then finally his groin. Cupping his balls in his hand, he lifted them, kneading the liquid all over. They felt heavy and full since he had not emptied them for a couple of days now, and the urge to satisfy that need was growing stronger.
    Taking his shaft in his hand, he gently began to stroke it, feeling it throb in his grip. With the aid of the gel, it slid readily through his