The weight returned to the bed and the towel slipped down my body, I made no effort to put it back and I felt a hand stealthily tugging it off my body...“You are spoiling me! I hope you are not going to get into trouble spending too much time seeing to me?” I giggled.I felt breath on my breast and a tongue lapped my nipple; another mouth closed on the other breast. A hand probed between my legs and they opened to the touch. The hand was replaced by a man and he swiftly filled my sopping nest with. I didn't dare to touch her but I could look. And smell!I bent down and placed my nose as close as I could to her pussy without touching it. Ah! What a wonderful smell! It wasn't the heavy, almost stuffy smell many women emanate. Hers was a fresh but musky smell, not heavy but almost perfume like, a fragrance more than a smell.I looked up at Margareta to see if she had noticed my manipulating of her body but nothing had changed. Maybe I could spot a few drops of sweat on her upper lip but that. I reached for the door handle the groaning had got louder so I knocked on the door,no answer so I opened the door and had a look.There was an brunette angel sitting behind her desk with her tight blouse unbuttoned showing her stunning cleavage I could see the edge of her bra poking out she was breathing heavily.As I looked around I noticed a white lace thong lying under her desk and her hard nipples pushed against her tight top I'll come back later I thought and shut the door.This continued. A Persian carpet covers most of thehardwood floor. Mr. Marshall sits at his desk, writing. He does not look up.I move to his right side and sit on the desk. The dark wood is covered by asheet of glass. The glass is cold on my ass cheeks. I gather my right thighunder me, and bend my left knee. My shaved pussy is wide open, exposed for himto see, or touch. I hear the French doors close as Parker leaves. Mr. Marshallkeeps on writing, occasionally consulting one of the books or journals he?s goton.