“You know, it’s strange I still think about Kayla,” she whispers. “I mean, she’s out cousin and all, but I felt something there between us.�...�“I know, I felt it too,” Justin says heavily.She playfully punches him in the chest. “No, I mean something other than that sex feeling thing. I mean something different, special.”Justin laughs. “I know what you mean,” she says. “I mean the same thing.”“Oh,” Riley says, realizing that she jumped to gun on him.His laugh turns into a smile. “I have to. “You’re going to be perfect in your new job.”When we arrived at work, he showed me around my desk and reviewed the files with me. Then he gave me some tasks to complete, while he went into his office to begin his day. Every time he came out of his office and passed by me to get a file, he’d reach into my dress and squeeze my tits or pull on my nipples. If I was making copies, he’d step up behind me and slip his hand under the hem of my short dress and shove a couple of fingers up my pussy.. And I’ll do anything you want.” It goteasier.“Tell me that you’re my little pussy-worshipping slave.” Shewas really getting into it now.“I’m your little pussy-worshipping slave.” I felt my facegrow red as I said it.“And you love worshipping my body.” She said.“And I love worshipping your body.” I repeated.“Good slut.” She praised me as she grabbed my hair andpulled my face up into her crotch.She held my. He gently swayed them back and forth. Her hand was on his chest, her head leaned against his shoulder. Her pulse raced. Her breathing was shallow. Her body felt as if it were on fire. She was aroused like never before. And this time, the embarrassment was too much for her. Doris blurted out, "Oh, god, Professor! I'm so sorry. I think it must be the wine. I drank too much or I drank too quickly... I don't know what I did but I have to go now." Professor Henderson told Doris that it was all.