They take a seat outside after grabbing their coffees and start to talk.“To begin with, I prefer to be called Roman,” he says. “I’m pretty new...here myself and this is my first managerial position that I have taken. I make decisions on a fly and I don’t have time to argue when I do. Will that be a problem?”“No, that’s definitely not a problem,” she answers. “Personally, I’m very good at following directions without complaint.”“Well it seems that the company has hired the right person to assist. I’m only going to look.”“Follow me and we’ll go out to my car," he replied and headed for the door after leaving some money on the table. I followed quickly behind him. Out the door and across the parking lot. He was parked towards the back and he got in as I walked around to the passenger side. I opened the door and got in, looking across at him nervously. Once again, that smile, as he undid his pants and slid them open, revealing his already hard cock. He held it around its base and stroked. How embarrassing that willbe for you. Won't that just make you blush?They even have a name for you Chris. They will call you Chrissie. Do youlike that name Chrissie? I think it a very pretty name for a sweet sissylike you, very appropriate. Say it with me. Chris See. No Chris. Say itnow. Chris See.That's a good girl. I mean, a good girly boy.Now, to get you dressed Chris. I mean Chrissie.They girls decided, for now at least, that only real girls wear skirtsand dresses. Though Sarah told me she. We had eased out by then and there were no remains of any awkwardness. Our hands touched once in a while and quite often she was falling on me laughing. We stopped to buy a cigarette pack and smoked our way along, one after the other. The smoke felt like incense to us and with the slight downpour the weather was just adding to the romance we had inadvertently begun.The tingling of fingers and the slight hanging on to each others’ fingers had started to happen. That was really sweet. By that.