She was feeling completely helpless and she was getting horny. “How the hell can you confuse Manet with Monet, stupid cow..” he said, suddenly sou...ding very tired. “I….I don’t uh know, sir” she said. He had put his hands on her breasts as she was answering him. “I´ve seen your papers, i´ve interviewed you myself and I know you have the qualifications, but we can not let such rookie mistakes happen at MY museum, you..bitch.” She twitched. She knew that her was right, even though she had. Then I bent over and he pounded me from behind, either in my sopping pussy or with lots of lube, my tender ass. He pleasured me in every way he could in every room. One special night I put a blindfold on him and had HIM sit on the table as I sucked and stroked his raging hard on while he could not see. He encouraged me every way he could in order to teach me how to please him. My proudest moment was when I learned to deep throat him and he came deep within my mouth. His entire body shook with. There were movie stars and tennis players and all sorts of people with a “man bun”. “We’ll have to get yours cut someday, I guess. But I must admit, I do like it long,” she smiled at me. I decided I liked it long, too, especially when she smiled and hugged me tight and said, “You look adorable,” and kissed me on top of the head. I went back to the computer and worked on my class but she paid as much attention to my hair as my lesson and kept on talking about it, adjusting the bun, brushing. "Hey, Molly." The masked and gloved mailman lifted a hand and nodded. Even with the mask, she could tell he was smiling. She lifted her hand. "Hiya George, how'd you know it was me?" "It's the red hair, gal. You'll never rob a bank with that on your head." Molly snapped her fingers. "You got me." She gave him a wink and a grin despite knowing that he couldn't see it. "You being safe out there?" Safe as I can be. I see you have a new neighbor. Mrs. Kersh finally passed away?"She nodded at.