The most delicious little moans began to escape her. We tasted each other’s lips and tongues out on the balcony for the whole world to witness, as I... delighted in how sensitive her back was when my fingers gently traced her spine. “We should go in,” she huskily whispered in my ear. That’s when I knew she would not back out, not become bashful or regretful. I lifted her little body up easily in my arms and carried her to bed. So softly I laid her down on my bed, easing myself on top of her. Her. This kind of treatment started during the junior year of high school. I hit puberty along with most of my classmates; the only problem was that even though I became a little hairy, I was still short and petite; my feminine features didn’t help either. I was constantly bullied and beaten up, just for my lunch money. Nobody helped me because they were either afraid to say anything or just horny for my tormentors.When I came to University I was determined to do anything to prevent this from. Now it was his turn, with more intensity than before he pulled her up and flipped her over. His mouth now teasing her, crashing upon hers before kissing her neck, his hand jetting down her panties feeling the warm and wetness between her legs, becoming hard at the simple touch of her pussy, he stuck two fingers into her pussy hole and she moaned, her back arching as he fingered her for several moments, every kiss of the neck made even more juice come pouring down. “God babe, you are so fucking. “Come here, please.” I walked into the living room and stood in front of you. You didn’t ask me to sit down. I waited, just looking at the floor. I was confused and flustered. The kiss was amazing, but I wondered if you just did it out of curiosity. I had never known you to be mean, but I knew you took your business very seriously, and you had no tolerance for any kind of drama. “Ash, you do realize I am your boss, and this puts me in a complicated situation, right?” “Yes, Sir.” “So help me.