"I sure wish you would have told me earlier... but I guess you had your reasons." She sighed deeply, then added, "Do I know him?"My stare was almost f...ozen on her now. How to say this?She leaned forward, trying to coax me on. "You know I'll never say a word, Nina. You know-" It's not a him," I said evenly.She blinked, letting the words sink in, making sure she was processing it all correctly."Not a him?"I shook my head, looking down at the floor. "Not a him."She looked at the ceiling for a. Then he reached across me, swish, swish, and Suzie stood up, shouted, "Shit," and rubbed her bum to ease the stinging.“Bend over Miss Jenkins. Each time you get up you will suffer more, so keep still,” he told her.Swish, swish, two more strokes caught the top of my thighs making tears come to my eyes and, “Fucking hell,” came out unbidden.Mike stepped between my thighs, his cock pushing into me again as he examined the tram lines. Then he stepped to one side again, swish, swish, he delivered my. It was a tiny one-room office, but there was a desk, a phone and a filing cabinet. More importantly, the door read, "Veronica VanKampen, FD Consulting." It did not hurt that the address was a block north of Boylston Street. I suppose that put her uptown. In any event, Veronica cried when I showed her the office and handed her a box of business cards.Naturally, within a week she was telling me she needed a bigger office and a secretary. By New-Year, I agreed with her. Mimi provided a list of. ) Anyway, I told him no, but that I had always wanted to. He was standing with his crotch rubbing against my arm and he told me that he was a very good teacher – did I want lessons? Without trying to seem too eager (I was afraid I would scare him away if I admitted how I was lusting for him), I just nodded and smiled. I remember him as very handsome, probably in his mid-20’s, although that seemed very adult and manly to me. He started by telling me that to arouse a man, I needed to rub his.