That's a Job for a MILF 39.1

Hey, guys!

I'm soo sorry for the delay! I've had some problems this week that prevented me from writing and rendering. But everything is fine now, and you guys can expect a lot of new content in the next days! :-)

And here's the first part of the new MILF chapter!

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The following week...

As Suzanne got out of the car, she had to take a few deep breaths to control her anxiety. That was it. After so many months, she was about to finish her mission, and she was sure there was no chance of failure now. 

Mr. Hill put a hand on her waist and escorted the woman into the luxurious ballroom, where the company's anniversary party would be held. For such a special occasion, Suzanne was wearing an elegant strapless black gown, which highlighted her large breasts, and had a deep lateral slit, revealing one of her long, smooth legs, which looked even sexier thanks to the 5-inch pump heels that adorned her feet. 

The interior of the place was tastefully decorated, and a soft melody could be heard by those present, who were talking in small circles or at their tables. The general atmosphere was one of calm and tranquility, which contrasted immensely with Suzanne's state of mind. 

"Don't worry, my dear" Mr. Hill whispered in her ear. "I'm sure everyone will love you" he had noticed the woman's agitation, although it was clear that he was mistaken about the reason for such distress. Suzanne wasn't afraid of not being accepted by those people, oh no… She already knew most of them, after all, and as she walked around the room she could spot several familiar faces. Nobody recognized her, of course. Who could even imagine that the attractive middle-aged woman that she was now used to be a man in his early twenties just a few months ago? 

But it didn't bother her. In fact, she felt good to be back there, and see all those people. For a long time, her past – the time she used to be Patrick Donovan – had become a kind of distant memory; a weird dream completely out of touch with reality. Now, however, all this felt real again. She knew it… She knew who she truly was, and it was time to recover her real identity and life…

"Mr. McFarland? It's great to see you, sir!" Mr. Hill said, about ten minutes later, when he finally found the company president. The old man was in a corner of the ballroom, surrounded by a lot of company directors. 

"Hello, Gregory" he said, with some coolness. "I'm glad to see you here, too."

"Oh, I could never miss this occasion, sir. You know how proud I am for being part of this company." 

"Right, right... And who is your lovely companion?" Mr. McFarland asked, finally looking at Suzanne with his piercing eyes. 

"This is Suzanne Mason, my new personal assistant" Mr. Hill introduced the woman, and anyone could see how delighted he was for having such a beautiful woman as companion. He was treating her more as a trophy than as a real assistant. "I have to say that she has become an invaluable member of the team, sir." 

"Yes, I'm sure she has..." Mr. McFarland said, smirking. Apparently, he wasn't completely ignorant about Mr. Hill's reputation as a womanizer...

"It’s an honor to finally meet you, Mr. McFarland" Suzanne said, doing her best to hide a wry little smile. It was funny being introduced to Mr. McFarland again, since she already knew the man very well… not only as a boss, but also as a father-in-law.

Looking at the old man, she thought he hadn't changed at all during the last few months. His stern face still had that usual annoyed and impatient expression, and his white, thinning hair was combed back, which always made his large forehead look even bigger. 

However, in a closer inspection, Suzanne noticed something different in his deep blue eyes. What was that? Fear? concern? Sadness? It was hard to say, but the woman could feel that something very wrong was going on. 

Then, while she was still thinking about it, her eyes met the eyes of someone else – a woman, who was behind Mr. McFarland. For the first time that night Suzanne was grateful to Mr. Hill for keeping his hand on her back all the time. Without such support, she was sure she would have fallen to the ground at that moment. The woman kept staring at Suzanne intensely. Despite her smile, it was hard to tell what was really going through her mind, and Suzanne had no idea how to respond to that situation… She definitely hadn't considered the possibility of that meeting during the party…