My boyfriendsalways said that my pouty, bow-shaped lips were made for cock sucking. I hada healthy looking body from years of tennis, racquetball, and... running. My breastswere not spectacular, but more than a mouthful is a waste. The first month at my new job, my fatherly boss, Darryl, "talked" tome about the amount of visitors stopping by my office. He was concerned thatit was affecting work. I explained the visitors were principals in the companyand were just checking on my work; I couldn't be. “Your boyfriend?” Jessica asked.“How did you know?” I asked.“Just a hunch,” Jessica replied.We made some more small talk and I told her about what happened with my ex boyfriend and she was a great listener. It was really nice of her, especially for being a stranger complete. Before I knew it we had been talking for over 2 hours.“Shit, it's getting a little late now,” I said.“Yeah I guess it is, time does fly sometimes,” Jessica replied.Then we both got up and we hugged each other again. I just. Her tongue coiled in his mouth, slow and placating, almost conciliatory as her gentle strokes made his heart leap in his chest. She broke off, sliding her helmet over her head and snapping down the tinted visor.“For what it’s worth, this is the most fun I’ve had in a long, long time. You’re a good kid, keep up the cooking and work off that debt. Maybe the next time I come through here, there’ll be an English pub in the place of that throwback diner.”Matt nodded, stepping back as she kicked her. What did I see just now? She got pissed off just before 45 minutes what happened in that bathroom? I totally got excited and within no seconds walked inside washroom and locked that door.Moment I was locking door, I saw black panties hanging on hanger of washroom, my heart was racing like a scapegoat haunted by tiger. It was really hard to breathe and swallow anything. I was 1000% sure that panties below to her because before boss used bathroom and after she used bathroom there were no panties.