Serving the mature female leader

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When I first started working at the Public Security Bureau, I was paired with the deputy director.
One day, around noon, the old director called out to me,
"Prepare the horse, let's go!"
Haha, that was his catchphrase, meaning, get the car ready and let's go!
Driving that old Volga, we bumped along the road to a military service inn; despite
its small size,
it was comparable to a regular hotel in terms of area and services, offering not only food and lodging but also entertainment and
other special services.
Entering the building, I saw the owner, a man in his sixties with white hair and a youthful face, full of energy.
The old director explained that this owner was a deputy director-level cadre before retirement, and after retiring,
he was happy to contribute his remaining energy by opening this inn.
We chatted politely, and the old director praised my youth and good looks, saying I had a bright future; at the same time, he lamented his own advanced age
, saying, "Even in my twilight years, my heart remains strong!"
Then the manager informed us that the food and drinks were ready; everyone took their seats, leaving one
empty seat , seemingly waiting for a very important person to arrive.
The greeters and waiters at the stairwell were all under semi-military management, working in uniform military attire.
Amidst a chorus of "Greetings, Commander!", the "Commander" strode into the private room; everyone stood respectfully
, including the white-haired former deputy director.
The female commander was forty-seven or forty-eight years old, tall, voluptuous, with a noble air, and dressed elegantly; she strode confidently, her slightly plump
face bearing an upturned smile, exuding an air of pampered privilege, domineering arrogance, and condescension!
The owner introduced her, revealing that this tall, slightly overweight commander with flowing hair was his second
wife, the current director of the Civil Affairs Bureau!
Good heavens! Otherwise,
she wouldn't have such an imposing presence!
Seeing my handsome and imposing appearance, a hint of kindness appeared in her eyes, and a
barely . Her slightly long white teeth, cold and discerning, resembled a Japanese woman from a movie.
The atmosphere at the dinner table was lively. Her drinking capacity was astonishing; she downed several glasses in a row, and after a pound of baijiu (a type of Chinese liquor), her
blood was boiling. She shed her initial sternness and solemnity, becoming as gentle and cheerful as a young woman.
The section chief instructed me to serve the leader well.
I kept offering her cigarettes and pouring her drinks, observing her appearance. Her still-attractive face vaguely hinted at the beauty she once
possessed.
During our conversation, I learned that she had climbed her way up from the position of women's director in a rural brigade. In her youth, she focused on
work , neglecting her marriage prospects. At forty-five, she met and married the old director, nearly twenty years her senior.
Her limited beauty and youth were consumed by the boundless cause of serving the people; in the end, her youth
was gone , filled with regret, her eyes brimming with tears.
Later, in the small dance hall, the leader danced skillfully, drinking nearly two pounds of baijiu, yet still moving with ease; her
dance partner, of course, was none other than the dashing and debonair me!
As they danced, the initial formal steps escalated into a close, almost physical, struggle. Several old men, clinging tightly
to the young girl, barely bothered to watch our actions.
Whether it was the alcohol or a genuine sexual urge, her plump hands dug into my palms,
while her other hand guided the pressure on my back, her eyes and lips revealing a physical desire.
Her languid body slumped softly against me.
Seeing this, I claimed I needed to use the restroom, and she sat down blankly to the side. I lit a cigarette for her and left
for the restroom. When I came out, she spoke to me with the humility of a little girl:
"Come with me to
the third floor ; I need to talk to you about something!"
But her tone was firm and left no room for argument.
Considering the director's instructions and her earlier behavior, I was truly in a dilemma!
Seeing my hesitation, she glared at me sternly and walked straight upstairs. I followed her nervously
.
Upon reaching her private suite on the third floor, she gave the staff a few instructions, essentially telling them not to disturb her.
She sat on the bed, her eyes glazed, holding my hands. She asked about my alma mater and work
, praising my dashing appearance. She fondly recalled her youthful confusion and bewilderment, and
the troubles of her current life, lamenting her ill-fated birth and the lack and ordinariness of her sex life.
As she spoke, she embraced my waist, pressing her face against my abdomen. I stood by the bed, letting her
skillfully and freely tease me.
I thought, "Today I can't escape her clutches!"
And so, my lower body involuntarily swelled.
She carefully unzipped my pants, pulled out my magnificent penis, and admiring its
imposing appearance. She held it to her face for a while, then gently touched it a few times with her warm red lips, but didn't swallow it.
She hurriedly pulled down her pants, lay back on the bed, revealing her thick, shiny black pubic hair,
her plump genitals, dripping with love juice. She mounted me. A violent jolt, synchronized with my steps,
propelled us to the clouds…
The clouds dispersed, and her face shone with an unusual radiance.
Satisfied, she said,
“This is the first time I’ve done this with a young man as young as you. Your stamina is truly
impressive; you must have worked hard !”
“Hehe, thank you for the compliment, boss!”
She stood up and took an envelope from the nearby cabinet. “This is a small token of my appreciation; thank you for your support and patronage of
our shop!”
Then she gestured for me to leave.
Filled with unease and a nameless sense of loss, I went downstairs. The place was still bustling; no one paid any attention to our
whereabouts or actions.
Half an hour later, the leader came downstairs, her demeanor completely changed. She sat arrogantly
for a while , never giving me a proper look again.
The party ended, and we said goodbye to the white-haired owner; the leader had vanished.
Later, when we met her on another occasion, she acted as if she didn't recognize me at all, speaking haughtily in an official tone.
Occasionally, I saw her on television, and a strange feeling welled up inside me.
This is precisely:
Revealing heavenly secrets leads to incomplete understanding; even
high-ranking officials face difficulties;
seasoned veterans grow old,
yet gifts of gold and lust are treated with indifference.
Envy Empress Wu's awe-inspiring reign,
her six palaces and three chambers teeming with handsome men;
do not lament the cow's consumption of tender grass,
but rather blame Chang'e's love for youth.

[The End]

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