Do you like it?” I mumbled. “Do you like it?” He asked again. I murmured “yes”. “I can’t hear you. Do you want me to stop?” The funny ...thing was that I was so caught up that I didn’t realize he was teasing me, so I cried out “No, don’t stop. I like it.” With that, he locked his lips on my asshole and started a long session of kissing. He practically took my hole as another mouth and was “French kissing” with it, long and hard. It had such force on me that I felt I was almost fainted…After a long. Get back to me before the Monday meeting, OK?”“Sure, Boss.”Once we disconnected, Caroline said, “That’s really sweet of you to do that, Rich. She might have a little crush on you, you know. You are awfully easy on the eyes.”“Aw, shucks ... ma’am. Oh. I’m going to call Stan and let him know everything that has happened today.”I got Stan on the phone and told him about the break-in, and that we think it was Robbie. I also told him about what I had offered Sheila. He thought that letting her work. Just shake your head No when anyone makes a pass at you, and youshould be all right." He glanced over at me, his eyes lingering on myexposed breasts. "Boy, are you some hot little number! Casually, he rana hand up my bare thigh, clear to the hip, and I felt myself go goose-pimply. "This should silence the rumors among those peasants! Once theysee you, it'll be a long time before they call me a whining littlefaggot again!"So that was it! This poor little rich boy was gay -- or bisexual, anyway. You grab my hair. "Hold it" you demand and keep me there until I struggle. "Good girl" you praise as you release me. Then you grab my hair again and shove your cock back down my throat.When you let me go this time there are tears in my eyes behind the blind fold. And you rubyyour wet cock in my face. I lick at it to try to please youYou put your balls in my face so I can lick them too. Then you order me to lie on the floor. You sit on my face and hold your cheeks apart. I lick and you move so.