" You mean you want me to fuck them." Crudely put, but, yes. Many are susceptible to the charms of an attractive woman and I want to be able to provid...e exactly what they want." Are you saying all I have to do to double my salary is screw some of your clients?" You will give them whatever they want and, in return, I am prepared to reward you rather handsomely. Well?" When do I start?" smiled the secretary."As a matter of fact, you can begin tonight. Mr. Aziez, a gentlemen from the Middle East. I was definitely admiring a few very fit girls but looking at your picture I know that I'd much, much, much prefer to be fucking you than any of them. Steadily I finish my workout, my heart pounding, definitely feeling testosterone coursing through my body. As I finish my final set my phone goes again and it's you, legs spread with a message: get home soon or i'll finish without you and little pouty face.I actually laugh out loud and draw a few looks even as I feel my cock throb to a semi in. At the same time he brought his hands up to her breasts, cupping one in each hand. Madeline made a wordless squeal of surprise, squirming in her son's embrace. She tried to twist around to face him, but his grip tightened, his hands mashing her breasts and his thrusting groin pinning her belly against the counter. Gerald dropped his head, nuzzling his face into the crook of his mother's neck, and then he began a rhythmic grunting, the sound coming from the back of his throat, each repetition. " I turned to go in the living room and there was my ninth grade history teacher, Ms. Lynch, sitting on the sofa. "Hi, Ms. Lynch, remember me, Russell Bryan?" "Of course, Russell, how have you been?" "Oh, good, I just need to do some make-up work for Mrs. O'Keefe, that's all. Still on the honor roll." "Good, we're just going over some assignments for our classes. Sit down," and she patted the spot next to her. Ms. Lynch was pretty, very pretty. I had a crush on her when I was in her class and,.