I was left to stare at the artist, after her mother abandoned me.“So?” she asked, hands on hips. Bare hips, I might remind you.She obviously wasn�...��t going to give up. So I figured to just get it over with.“You’re what guys refer to as a Stone Fox,” I said.“That’s good ... right?” she said.“It means you’re beautiful.”Her cheeks got pink. “Oh. Okay. That’s good. Thank you.”“And men respond to that,” I said. She stared at me. I connected the dots. “Physically,” I added.Her eyes dropped to the. I could feel cum start to leak out. I was having a kind of slow orgasm.I wanted to protest to tell him that I wasn't gay! But I couldn't deny the obvious. I was enjoying his cock on my face. I wanted to taste more of that cock. I wanted it in my mouth. I wanted it on my face. I wanted to suck him until he came in my mouth. I wanted his cum in my mouth and on my face. He was right: I was living my fantasy with his cock rubbing on my face and his balls against my closed mouth. I couldn't deny it.. " I looked back down at the books on the floor, hoping she'd understand what I was taking about."Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were afraid of phones."There was a bit of lightness in my mystery blonde's voice that made think she was teasing me, I looked back up with what I'm sure would have been a witty response on the tip of my tongue, but when I saw the deep cleavage only inches away from my eyes, my mouth just hung open."Sorry, I scared you, I'll help you clean up the mess."My sexy. ..”Her hand reached out and brushed against Sonja’s breasts as she spoke.“You must spend most of your morning building your wardrobe around them. After all, it’s not like you can just do what I do and pick anything.“Hell,” she said with a laugh, “I’m surprised you have time to take care of the rest of your appearance!”Sonja just smiled. Despite being driven, she was still wiped from the day of lugging around her huge chest - she didn’t have time to contemplate her boss’s odd theories on.