" I already told them the whole situation. They just said for me to stay on the pill so we wouldn't have any babies. Otherwise, they don't give a shit... So... which bed?" Mine. It's bigger than yours, so it could fit two people easier." Let's GO!" she yelled, dragging me across the room and putting me in my bed.I locked the door so my parents if they came home for some reason wouldn't walk in and see the action."Ohhh.. yeah." she said seductively. "Cmon, let's do this thang!"We took off our. ..this’ll make sense later.Our story begins in the forests of ancient greece. The messenger god Hermes was floating above the trees, sorting letters that Zeus instructed him to deliver to his mistresses, the king couldn’t even be faithful to his own sidechicks. “Hey, Hermes!” the god in question looked and saw his half sister Artemis sitting on a log while skinning a boar.“Oh, hey Artemis!” Hermes greeted as he joined the huntress on the log.“Father sent you to deliver letters to his mistresses. I want you to take control of me; I want you to reduce me to nothing. I don’t know why but I feel like I owe it to you. I know you know more than me but if you just give me a chance I know that I can prove to you that . . . ”Evan’s declaration of servitude froze on his lips. Veronica shifted in her seat and he could very clearly saw her pussy between her legs. She wasn’t wearing panties and she intentionally shifted to give him a view of heaven. It was as if he’d lost his train of thought. All of this worked out to him shoving his cock inside of me at least once a week in the privacy of my office. “That pussy sent me an email, so I figured that I’d better reply,” he whispered, as he chewed my lunch and organized his notes. I shot him a feigned looked of disinterest, “Oh, that spam mail. How annoying. Perhaps you need to check your settings.” We both chuckled and simultaneously shifted our focus to the meeting. Ninety minutes later, we publicly bid each other goodbye knowing full.