” Rick crooned from behind me. “Thanks, it’s new.” I blurted out. Is he looking at my ass? “Mmm…Are those stockings you’re wearing, Prof...essor?” Okay, he’s definitely flirting with me. “Yes.” I answered, breathless now. It’s just from climbing the stairs… I turned to walk towards my office, located at the very end of the long hallway. The clicking sound of my heels sounding on the tile as I hurriedly made my way to my door, the only other sound that of Rick’s keys jingling from his belt as he. "I imagine he's showing her a nicetime tonight though. They'll be a client for as long as Rex wants alongabout now I'd guess."Grace was clearly implying that Rex was using sex to cement the businessrelationship with the client."Grace?" I asked, not sure I really wanted to go where I was about to go."Yes Danni?" Is Rex, I mean, is he, ah, really that special?" I asked."Special?" she inquired. "Special how Danni?" she pressed me to beclearer."I, ah, I mean, do women really, ah, crap Grace, you. “Under there, it is an ‘Acrylic’ painting of ‘Jim Knox, ‘“ I said hoping it heard me under the cover.I directed him to look at my father’s unfinished work, while the goings on hopefully occurred under the sheet. After Pat was thoroughly impressed, I took off the cover and a beautiful rendition of my Dad was there in living color.“Wow, what a great picture of Jim – you must’ve done that from memory, I would think?” Pat questioned.“Yes, Memories are the best place to paint from, Pat – So, when do. She is starting to squeak and moan now. The bed is moving too. The headboard hitting the wall as I push in. I notice Ali tense under me. I look to see where see is staring. There is a women standing at the side of the bed wearing a short t-shirt her auburn hair hanging lose and messy. “Do you mind, I was sleeping.” She says.Ali pants out her answer. “Don’t care. My house, my rules. I’m concentrating. Talk later. Go or stay just shut up.”I know that she isn’t far from her orgasm so although I’ve.