” He looked around the room. “Here on the desk? Or on the floor?”“I think the floor would be better. I’d hate to have to explain to the boss... on Monday morning why the desk collapsed.”“Fine, by me,” said Pete. “As long as I get your arse.”“You can have it, mate,” said Kyle. “I’d rather my cock didn’t stink of shit, thank you very much.”“I’ll have you know, my shit smells sweeter than most. Now get on the floor, Blondie,” she ordered. “Come on, hurry up. I still want to get to Ritzy’s. “Mom, professor Rogers, my counselor, is coming here to talk to me tomorrow afternoon. He said he would like to present me with a proposal and he wanted to do it in person. I would like you to be here when he arrives.”“Of course, dear. Any idea what he wants to see you about?”“Not a clue.”“Well it can’t be anything bad or they would have just sent a letter.”Professor Rogers for a man of 53 was very fit and quite distinguished-looking. He always looked forward to running the 25.4 mile Boston. He paused for a second and said "any job?" I replied "yes sir". He said just call me Tony we are not very formal here. "Ok Tony" I replied. He then started asking me if I would consider a personal assistant position that would include working "very" close with him. I instantly said yes I would love to learn from you directly, like I said Tony I will do any job that gets me in the door. He then smiled and said "Any job" and glanced down at the glass desk as he moved my resume over to the. We danced for a while, before you pulled away and looked up at me. We kissed as your hands ran over my shirt, caressing my chest while you unbuttoned it, one by one.You exposed my chest, as you slipped the shirt off my body and it fell to the carpet below. Your hands caressed, up and down my naked upper body, feeling every shape, every slight ripple of my form. You leaned in, kissed my chest in several places with one after another as I feel your wet lips touch me, sending waves of sexual.