Sure, it was a cheesy thing to say, but i diddn't care, i wanted to screw him and a cheesy line l8ike that makes sure the guy knows exactly what's wha...t. before he could answer,i told him to come over. after a few seconds, and with a great big grin spreading on his face, he did as he was told. "here," i said. "take this oil and rub it into my body"he knelt down and gentaly massaged my tits, saying "you dont know how meny times i've imagined doing this. you're gorgeous,"the growing bulge in his. You pop my cock back into your mouth. I grab your head from the back, and force my cock deep into your throat. You keep taking my cock into your throat, wanting it to fill you with that warm yummy cum. ‘Oh please’ *shlorp* ‘please fuck my’ *shlorp* ‘harder!’ My hands forming into fists around your hair, I shove my cock in and out of your slutty lips. I feel my balls tensing up. My cock twitches. You feel my cock twitch and get ready for your reward. ‘You want my fucking cum you stupid. If I wanted I could go over during the week as well. Gee thanks! I didn’t.It was a new routine to add to the rest. I had regretfully to resign from the ringers at my local church since I would be in Keele on most Sundays, but they asked me to continue to come to practices.I organised things at work so that I worked longer hours on Thursdays, and finished early on Fridays. In any case, no client in his or her right mind would want meetings on a late Friday afternoon except in an emergency, so. Forever. Deadline after deadline. Case after Case. Disaster after disaster. And all of it falls on Mr. Mullins to clean up. Scratch that, it also falls on his Secretary. Miranda Ramirez, not a personal assistant. That was clear on the first day. A throw back to a different age perhaps, along with cigarette girls and stewardesses. But Secretary. Mr. Mullins doesn’t. That is the joke in the office. He doesn’t seat. He doesn’t sleep. He doesn’t laugh or take breaks or take vacations..