"No... no, there's no problem," I said. "But that's a lot of money. Am I qualified for the job you're suggesting? You could have your choice of anyone... for that salary." I realize that Kathy. But I want you... and yes, your qualified. There is one thing that I expect, however, and that's your full obedience... doing exactly what I order you to do, no questions asked. Some of your duties will appear to be non bank related but I expect your full acceptance in performing these duties as they. I knew it was a bad idea. But the imagination of going to her and burying myself into her arms made me think that I should do it and it’s no big deal. I slowly opened my house door and quietly went out.I didn’t have a car then. I pulled my two-wheeler out of the gate, few yards outside my house, started it, and started my journey. It took me 10 minutes to reach the lane behind her house. I was nervous as hell.I moved across the empty plot, apprehensive if I was being watched by anyone or what. Leaning forward, I glide both hands from the bottom of your cheeks upwards in a long smooth motion. You sigh, then rock forward to lay your head on your arms. This simple motion makes your cheeks slide apart a little, and I smile as I smell the scent of your arousal. Yes, you are definitely turned on by this...... My hands reach the top of your butt and I give your butt a little squeeze before drawing my hands back down the outside of your butt. When they reach the bottom, I give your. My loins are pressing hard against your encased bottom. My big cock is uncomfortable as it swelling to new propotions in my tight jeans. I sense you quiver again, a slight pressure as you press your firm buttocks against my cock. With your fear, I also sense your excitement. My body follows the contour of your torso bent over the table, I again feel your buttocks clench and rise to meet my swelling cock. My jeans are so tight, and my erection threatens to burst through the stiff denim.I gentle.