I was hard, I could feel my young dick throbbing with excitement, and I rushed to the washroom to shoot out my load for her.I tried fapping for my mot...er and even after being completely overtaken by lust, I just could not masturbate myself to an orgasm. Instead, I started thinking about how my mother brought me up. I started thinking about my dad. My dad was my superhero, always working hard for us.I could never do something that would hurt him. And I cursed myself for wanting to fuck his wife,. Maybe it only seemed lighter because it was so sparse and fine.I spoke. "Um, I think you are getting a little ahead of the game, Amy. Sit up, and get into a kneeling position." She complied, and folded her hands in her lap. I told her to spread her legs, and she did a little bit. Then I told her to take her finger and rub her cunt until she had permission to stop.She hesitated, and I asked her if I needed to show her how. She shook her head and began doing as she was told. I wondered if her. I could have been wrong, but I think there was a little bit of an extra sway to her step. I had a feeling this might end up being more than hot chocolate. Getting warm now, and not just from my hot drink, I began to remove more of my layers of clothing. By the time Nathalie got back, I was wearing just a long-sleeved t-shirt and my jeans. “Sorry to make you go for an extra trip, but these might need to be washed and dried as well.” She smiled at me, mischief sparkling in her eyes. “Of course.”. ‘Oh yeah, but I feel like I should do something for you.’ ‘Don’t worry, you will. Just relax now.’ Her tongue curled onto the edge of her upper lip as she added, ‘I like your dick.’ ‘Not as much as I like it, since it’s attached to my body.’ Very unladylike, she spit on me and started stroking faster. My balls were bouncing against the bottom of her fist. Then I heard the office door open. ‘Bobby, are you in there?’ a voice that was definitely Irene’s called from the front office. The mystery.