His squeezed again, harder this time. Making me groan with pleasure. His index finger parted my lips and sank slowly into me. "Oh shit" I whispered. B...inging his hand out from between my legs, he held my mouth. I extended my tongue and sucked my juices from his finger. As I enjoyed the taste of myself I heard him unzip his flies and rustle his pants to his ankles, kicking them away to one side. He pressed himself against my back entrance, I could feel his boxers nestling against my bare skin. I. She cradled his meat in her hand. As if making initial contact with a lover’s lips, her mouth pressed against his flesh. She planted a row of kisses along the shaft, each more tender, more moist, more loving. She changed her grip from a cradle to a grasp, pushing the rubbery tip between her full, luscious lips. Her tongue probed the underside and lashed at the smooth hardness, her breath sounding like a stiff wind roaring through her nostrils. The intercom on her desk buzzed, startling them. I backed away from him and left his office. How could I be so open with him now? Now, he's basically dropped a massive bombshell like that. My mother said to never meddle, never! And this happened; my sodding boss wanted me! I walked through my office and fell against the dark oak door after I shut it, sliding down until I sat on the floor with my knees to my chest. I always had weak spot for Sam but I never thought the feelings would be mutual. I was the one who shot cupid's arrow, not. Okay. I've got a chore. A real piece of drudgery. You know all those cases? Where you were looking yesterday?" Yes."Okay. Start at one case and do what you did yesterday. Examine every specimen. Any questions, mark the case. Got any grease pencils?" No sir." Get some. Two or three colours. Wherever you find an error of have a question, mark the glass. Grease pencils are good. So's mascara. Or lipstick. But folks get suspicious when I try to buy those." He roared at his joke. "Any road. Some of.