He was young for an executive president, Brittany guessed about forty. Tall, dark, with broad shoulders and an impressive build, he stood as she enter...d, his crisp, expensive suit remaining unwrinkled. "You must be Miss Stevens," he said. "Please take a seat." His eyes raked hungrily over the hot piece of ass that just entered his office.Brittany smiled and sat down. Her round, firm ass slid unto the comfortable leather seat that was presented for her. "Yes, sir, Mr Jones, and can I just say,. I don't have a maid like you do." I said jokingly.I wasn't a very big golf fan but I sat down next to Jason since heseemed so engrossed in the match. As I was watching it dawned on methat my interest in sports seemed to be waning to. As I sat there Iremembered how involved I was in sports. I used to eat, sleep and talksports all the time. Not any more. Now my interests were decidedly morefeminine, much more in tune with the life of a teenage girl. I spent alot more time on fashion magazines,. Nor do you know how much I crave your touch."He kissed my neck, and then my lips. We were nose to nose when he smiled and said, "I love you more than I ever knew possible. Being with you, being a family with you, that means everything to me."We smiled before sharing a kiss once more. He rubbed his package against me once more. I moaned slightly from the stimulation. John kissed his way down my body, down to my pussy. He kissed my thighs and hips. He kissed the opening very softly before sliding. ‘A young woman shouldn’t live alone. Sometimes…things…happen to young women who live alone.’ Susan took half a step back, retreating a bit farther into her house, one hand still holding the door. ‘I’m sorry. You’ll have to go now.’ For the first time the boy lifted his face, his eyes meeting her own. She was struck by how pale his flesh was, but her attention was drawn instantly to his eyes. They were solid black, with not even a hint of iris or whites. Just pure darkness. Feeling her own eyes.