Tom laughed, "Well that's why I need the book. I've left the whole thing to the last minute and it needs to be in on Friday." Sarah looked behind the ...ounter, "Hmmm, I don't see it here. Mary probably left in the store. She's a bit of a prude and probably thought it was too racy a topic to be left in the main library." She stepped out from behind the counter and walked towards a door in the far wall. Tom couldn't help but watch her as she walked away, her tight jeans and sexy gait really caught. “Sally you look like a fucking whore and that is exactly how I want you to look,” he said after staring silently at my boobs for a moment, “You are becoming a real slut.” As we walked he put his arm around my waist, then quickly dropped his hand down to my ass where it lingered. I could see that his cock was getting harder and harder by the minute. It stood out, making a nice big bulge in his pants. My eyes fixated on that enormous mushroom head on his cock, and I tried to imagine what it. Party two pretty much the same just making sure every member of my clients executive team saw my face. My girl was supposed to meet me here but she says she is running late from getting nails and her done etc. I'm wondering why she waited to New Years eve to get this done (WHO DOES THAT) but whatever. So I sneak out of this party and head to my directors. I pull up and WOW he lives in a real mansion. I've been to a few mansions before, and I know he is pulling in 800-1mill per year but he is. I glance at her petite figure. Her breasts were large and fantasies flooded my brains dry field of thought. Her cleavage was exposed thus being a bit too much revealing. I was dazed by the moment of pure ecstasy that coursed through my body. Then out of the blues Ms. Parker asked in a loud tone whether I was gazing at her breasts fingering her nipple with her left hand. After consequitive denial from me and persistence from her I gave in. She proceeded to get up and stroll towards the door. I.