Thank you," she said. "It did bring about some questions from Mom about what happened between you and me. I've been dodging them so far." Are you worr...ed about that?" No. Just uncomfortable for all the reasons we talked about earlier this year. I feel a bit better about it all now. I guess just talking about it with you helped." It helped me too," I admitted."Yes, I could tell," she smiled. "I guess it's getting easier to talk about it now. You've been really good about letting me deal with it,. Anderson ignored her question, his eyes were stuck to her thighs touching his desk. Her skirt was meant to be longer, her skin shouldn't have been touching that wood. This thought of her short skirt angered him again. He carefully removed the stack of files off the end of the desk and placed them at the other end out of reach and out of the way. “Please bend over the desk and grasp hold of the sides, please, Lindsay,” he asked keeping his voice steady. “Sir!? What?” Her voice pitched and she. After a moment she rose, running her tongue across her soft lips to clean away a strand of his pearly ejaculate that was clinging to them. She pulled his face into her naked bosom, wrapping her arms around his head as he nuzzled her soft skin.“Was it good?”“Yeah, you did a good job.”She released him and planted a kiss on his cheek. Her long, furry tail waved back and forth, almost like the wagging of an excited dog.“Anything for you, my Alpha.”She rested her head on his lap and shuddered. Shescratched lightly at the little crease on the underside of the head, andhe shuddered, pulling her closer. It was then that he realized she hadn'tput on her panties yet. His were low-cut enough that Sarah simply peeledthe front down, which made his penis feel tingly after being confinedlike that. He pulled off her slip over her head in one movement, andstarted kissing her breasts, biting her nipples softly. She gasped withpleasure, squeezing his penis in the slow rhythm of intense arousal..