His hands were shaking but he gently gripped each creamy thigh just below her short suit skirt. She pulled her suit jacket off and tossed it over on h...is desk before she stretched out her hand to his head and tussled his short curly red hair. Hershey lifted his chin up toward her face with her forefinger. “Mr. O’Reilly, you sure are a cutie. I just love your red hair.”His cheeks were flush and Hershey could feel his hands trembling slightly against her thighs. She was looking into his eyes and. Do you have any superseded plans for the architecture, and maybe some old module specifications we never used?’ And so started the misinformation campaign we referred to among ourselves as Operation Office. The desk came along quite nicely, with a letter opener and a few golf tees in the middle drawer, plus some old ball point pens, half a package of Juicy Fruit gum, and who knows what else. Jerry took care of having everything handled by somebody whose prints were not on file. The crowning. This time when he squirted his sperm I saw the whole thing. It jumped high off his body shooting over his head on the pillow. His cock head swelling up with each squirt. I counted as he shot and there was twelve squirts of sperm. His new cum brought alive the cum in my panties and they were now soaked all over again. At that moment someone let the family dog inside and he went sniffing between my legs. I forgot about my smell and figured I better clean up. Everyone was coming home and I would. "What if I offered you...," she paused and looked deeply in my eyes, "me?"There it was. I was rock hard under my desk, but I was far from done. "Liz, if you are suggesting what I think you are, it is highly inappropriate. Such actions, if revealed, could cost me my career." But I wouldn't say anything," she said. "You'd be helping me get what I want and you'd be getting what you want, however you want it." The last portion was dripping with sexual overtones."Here's what we'll do, pull out your.