Although the young woman had gone back to her book, I saw that one graceful hand now rested on top of the desk, toward us. As I watched, her forefinge... extended, and then crooked, in one slow, obvious beckoning motion. For an instant her grey eyes looked up from the book and sparkled at me. I rose and walked to her.I stood behind her, looking down at the top of her head, the shoulders of her jacket, her lap disappearing under the desk. She didn't look up. Her hand moved off of the desk to turn. She got jealous & told me that her husband never talked to her like this. She also told me that she always wanted that her husband love her like I do to my wife. In the discussion ahead she told me that she never had a passionate time with her husband like she wanted to do so. After sometime within our talks I told her that I really want to help her in having that passionate moment which she always fantasized. She gave me a smile and went to her workstation.It was Friday evening when she was. She ran her hands down her sides then turned around to take off her shoes bending at the middle, her ass only inches from my face. After her shoes were off she slowly turned back around and started to work her tight shirt up and over her head, making sure to squeeze her breasts together as much as possible to show off how great they looked. Once the shirt was off I really started to admire just how well she took care of her body. She had all the right curves! Her pants were the next thing. The tiny body under him twitched and gurgled until there was nothing left to suck from the bite mark. Without knowing why, he tore open the small creature’s chest and ripped out the piece of flesh that had still pulsed with a faint but rhythmic beat. Now it was still. He gazed at it as streams of red ran between his fingers. It was so wonderfully warm. He was thrilled how it felt in his hand. He smiled, ran his tongue over its surface and quickly devoured the tasty morsel. He fell onto his back.