"She gets to touch the same thing YOU touched. See the quirks and imperfections and the grace and the skill that you have, and that you take the time ...to do this thing to communicate with her. Beats the daylights out of email. Much better than typing it into Word and printing it out. Your pen, your paper. You."So I do it. "Tina, Cindy says there are better pens than this to write with." Go ask your dad," she said.Bounced out into the sunlight, over to the office. Very quiet, I peer into Dad's. Her hair spiraled along her back in a series of tight dreadlocks and she wore ... literally nothing. Her breasts were large and darkly beautiful, tipped with hard, dusky nipples. Her skin glistened slightly with sweat as she walked forward, panting and grinning slightly. She crawled onto Darryl’s bed, moving carefully to not jar any of his many broken limbs. She purred, softly.“Hey sugah...”“Whothefuckareyou!?” Darryl squeaked.The girl grinned, her eyes glinting. “You can call me whatever you. "H-hi, sir," she stammered shyly. I stepped into the room, and the heavy door swung slowly closed. It was slam-proof, of course, but the latch caught with a KA-CHAK that was deafening. She flinched. So did I.I wanted to be cool, to be calm and collected, to impress her with my casual collectedness. I'd rehearsed this moment for years, ever since the days when I'd been working the desk in this very hotel. I wiped my hands on my slacks. We stared at each other and I swallowed, my throat suddenly. After that I myself push my ass little further so now she was touching my full length of cock. Ahh she was getting excited. She was smiling with closed eyes.She started rubbing it. A good foot job is started. She was pinching and rubbing with her leg fingers. Ahh. A great pleasure. With fear to get caught. She was doing it nicely. She also noticed my horny face. She smiled once again.This rubbing happened for more than 20 min. Now I was rock hard and I wanna do little more. I signalled her with.