"Must be a promotion, huh?" I'm sure that's it," I agreed. "Chief Obituary Writer, probably."I wheeled myself up to the door to Rachel's office when w... returned, and stopped short when I saw Shawn in there. I debated for a moment whether I should knock and announce myself or wait until Shawn was finished. Of course, I did use that moment to admire the view. Shawn was perched on Rachel's desk, kicking her long legs slightly back and forth. She was wearing a tight, short skirt once again, along. Her head pulled back in surprise and I could only imagine she was thinking, 'holy shit.' I took note that she started stroking it a bit with her hand. I let out a little throat clearing sound and her head tilted once again. She paused at my sound and then let his cock fall. She started to move over to the next cock but suddenly stopped. She reached back over to the man with the overly thick member and said, "I think this may be it but I'm not positive." Using two hands together she started. So you can spank me. I get it. But you have no right to do more than that. You can't pull down my pajamas, and spank me in my underwear. You wouldn't dare try that."As she said this, she was already rocking from her left hipbone to her right hipbone and back again, repeatedly, to allow me to inch her "Hello Kitty" pajama bottoms out from under her as I drew them down over her adolescent hips. With this assistance I soon had them bunched around her young calves, without her ever leaving her. "I did. But these aren't mine," Megan said as she placed a cigarette on the table."Really, those aren't your cigarettes? You haven't been smoking?" They're not mine. I can explain..." You can try."Megan took a deep breath, "Janet is trying to quit too. She was stuck at work, stressed out and couldn't run out at lunch. She needed a smoke really bad. I bought her the cigarettes. I said would give her one when she needed it, but I'd keep the pack and get rid of the rest." Uh huh," he said looking.