The girl had quite a wiggle in that cute black butt and, I watched Ben, as he watched her wiggle away. Now I felt a little nervous, as the butterflies...in my stomach got airborne. I shifted in my chair, crossed and re-crossed my legs…my bra was suddenly too tight and the panties were wedged in the crack of my ass…I decided to get up, go around the little table and sit beside Ben; there was no one on the veranda but us. I took a deep breath then, made the move. I used all of my body language, as. At the other end of the room is a collection of whiteboards, graphs and charts. On the right there is a half wall topped with glass that separates the office from the coach's private gym. Between the desk and the gym sat a lone chair which I assumed was my seat for the duration of my interview.Coach acknowledged my presence and waved me to the chair as he continued reading some notes. Sitting in the chair I noticed the polished wood panelling on the front of the desk was highly reflective so I. "Um Caitlin?" She got up walked over to me and kissed my lips gently. "What the hell are you doing Caitlin?" I said faking my protest. "I saw you looking at me earlier. I just wanted you to know that I've been looking at you too." With that, she kissed me again and I kissed back. Electricity ran through our veins. Caitlin peeled off my sticky tank and grabbed onto my boobs. She fondled them and massaged them. Her finger pinched my already rock hard nipples. I let out a low moan. That seemed to. It sounded far off at first but then began to get louder, or closer. The next thing I felt was something in my throat and that made me panic. I felt like I was choking. I tried to move my arms to get to get to my mouth but they wouldn’t move, and pain, more pain then I have ever felt, shot through my body like fire. I tried to scream, but my throat was clogged. My heart began to race and the beeping got louder, and faster. I tried to open my eyes. I got my right eye open, the other wouldn’t.