”“I guess it was, wasn’t it?”The warning bell rang for homeroom so I said “Later” and walked away, her warning bell was two minutes later,...but she’d have to run down the long access road to the Junior High to make it. I figured she would get around to asking for what she wanted. I had no intention of giving it to her. I’d be nice, but I wasn’t going to have sex with Miss Kellie Linden any more than I was going to have sex with Kathy Will.I did get surprised at the end of the day when. Three of the men went away, but one brought her to the eighth floor. He reallybehaved as if having caught a dog, what Bettina felt as a bigger degradationthen being sexually abused, but at least human. Like this Miss Bettina Anderson, a renowned lawyer, was walked through herformer work place to meet her Boss and colleagues. The first she noted wasthe silence on the eighth floor, but from her position she couldn't see a thing. She was walked through the office to Mr. Norman Rosenberg's office.. His eyes widened beneath his blindfold and he blanked his mind in his efforts to retain the control she had admonished him about. Her tongue whirled around him, over the head of his shaft and then down the sides. She held him still with her hands as her mouth played over him. He'd never felt anything like this in his life and doubted he would again. Still, he concentrated on holding himself back. She might take you inside her body, he told himself. That's worth waiting for. There was no. With one hand she reaches up and begins to caress her own breast, while slowly grinding her hips in his face. She places her other hand on top of his head and he knows he is driving her wild. Her grinding has become faster paced. Her legs begin to lock. She quivers hard, reaching a climax while he reaches his tongue in further. She squeals and he is still going. She wonders, ‘What kind of man have I just met?’ His eyes are gazing up at her, never moving from her nether region. She softly.