. butch? Because she wasn't that either. Mind you, I wasn't – am not – an unbiased observer."Am I seeing the real Bella?" She turned to look at me...when I spoke."I don't know," she replied seriously, "I can only say I'm not consciously trying to ... project ... a particular image," she frowned, but then a smile lit up her face. "You're the first person," she stopped and fiddled with a loaf of bread on the counter-top, "the first person I haven't felt the need to ... I don't really know what to. At least I'm using some of that energy to get a lot done at work. I'm learning all the proprietary secrets and technologies I need to know in order to actually understand my job here. I feel like I'm more or less halfway to that understanding. Everyone at the office is really, really helpful, and nobody has stared at me, objectified me or fetishized me. At least, nobody has done any of those things to my face. The slightly less new girl who sits near me keeps commenting that I look tense. . Turning to me, she looked quite bewildered. I told her I wasn't going to do anything, and to stay calm and she seemed to obey, although only out of fear. In dead silence, I walked up behind her and slid my right hand down the front of her shirt feeling her small tits. She let out a gasp that almost turned to a scream but I put my left hand over her mouth to stop her.I brought my mouth her ear. "I think you're really hot, and I want to fuck you" I whispered, bluntly, "I'll pay you".She made no. He was hard as I stroked softly, You still owe me from just now I said. He got on one knee and began licking my pussy and fingering it too. His wet finger slid up me while his tongue flicked my clit. I squeezed my nipples and forced his face into my crotch, my orgasm was coming soon. He slid a second finger inside me and began moving them around. Juices flooded from my pussy and into his mouth as shocks of pleasure smashed into me. He continued to lick me after my orgasm subsided. He had to go.