This was due to his knowledge of her involvement in a prank gone horribly wrong during the previous year. So whenever he needed something- homework to... copy, the occasional snack out of her lunch, etc., he had no trouble convincing her to give it up. It was a small price to pay, as far as she was concerned, for the shitstorm she was paying to avoid, but that didn't stop her hating him regardless.He rounded the corner and leaned against the door frame with his trademark smirk. "Ohhh you know, I. "He smiled, "You like that? You love my cock?"I loved when he talked dirty. I wasn't much of a dirty talker myself, so all I could muster up for a response was a nod of of my head, and biting my bottom lip.He smiled, he grunted a couple times, tilting his head back as he did. He grabbed my bent knees firmly, keeping me in place as he started to thrust deeper and harder."YES! UGH! FUCK ME DADDY!"He smiled, he loved when I called him that. Generally, it was because I was trying to get him used to. I always felt we had a connection even though I was her boss. She would share stories about her love life along with her friends. Sometimes it was hard listening to the stories, I really wanted it to be me she was talking about, not some new boyfriend. Gina only worked for me for a couple of years but we stayed in touch. She took a job with the government and got posted to an overseas position for two years in the tropics. We continued to stay in touch and she sent me pictures of her vacations.. 'Later, bitch. Be patient. Now, here is a letter from John. Come and sit on my knee.'He sat on the chair and she quickly sat on his knee as she excitedly began to open the letter, her legs falling apart to accommodate Tom's hand, now an involuntary action born of habit. She began reading the lines from her first love, feeling ever closer to him even as Tom touched her intimately. It was as though it was John touching her and she sighed with pleasure as Tom fingered her.John told her he loved.