Jacobs’ desk. Normally, I would just leave like everyone else, but today I seemed to have no control over my actions. My body did not want to leave,... it wanted to stay and admire this amazing piece of human being that the world had graced us with. "Can I help you with something miss Langley?" he asked as he took a seat behind his desk. "You know," I smiled, making my way to his side of the desk, "Miss Langley is my grandmother. I would prefer it if you called me Samantha, or Sam." "I think. My job was to coordinate the installation of large telephone systems, it kept me out of the office about 95% of the time. In 07/1989 our group of 18 people (6 male implementers, 4 female implementers, 5 female order writers, 2 female clerks, and a female supervisor)moved to a small satellite office in Lisle from the main AT&T marketing location in Oak Brook, Illinois.On most days I would just go home from the job site because I rarely completed working until after 5:00P, but this day I got done. Each one has a small kitchen, a living and dining area, and bedrooms that abut each other. They are very clean, and in a nice area.On my first day, I met Robyn, the girl who lives next to me. She's of average height, with curly blonde hair, and very curvy. She used to dance at another club in the area, so we hit it off right away. She told me that now she has, as she put it, a "legitimate" job, but does in call escorting on the side to make a few bucks. Most of her clients are former customers. We make our way to the end of his bed where he scolds me for my sweater... ;) "lets get those breasts out of there." he unbuttons the rest of the sweater and tosses it, the slides the straps down off my shoulders leaning down he grabs a nipple with his mouth. A tingle races up my spine. Moaning I grab his head, running my fingers through his hair... even for a 'special' friend I dont think he realizes just how much I LOVE my breasts touched. Brian grabs my ass, and pulls my body hard against.