He moved silently around the stack and saw her standing at the desk, her back toward him. His dick jerked and throbbed at the sight of her perky round...d rump. He knew the time had come.He walked fast into the office, grabbed the library director from behind and pushed her down on the desk. Within a few seconds he had raked her skirt up and tore her panties down, placed his legs between hers and wrapped his arms around her waist and had pressed down upon her back.“Oomph, what – ohh. I get up. You want me inside of you. You want to cum. You want to make me cum. You realize I walked away and you hear the bathroom door. A few seconds later, you hear it again. “You okay?” you ask. I don’t say anything. You feel arms reach under your legs and pull your hips to the edge of the bed. You feel kisses on the inside of your thighs, working their way down. Fingers slide back inside of you. A tongue finds its way back to your clit. “Ohhhkkkayy, ahhh,“ you moan as your body. As we were walking into the café I accidentally (honest) caught it on one of the wooden chairs. It didn’t come off but it certainly pulled it wide-open revealing everything but my left breast. Jon burst out laughing and I swore but all that did was draw people’s attention to me. There were a few customers and a couple of waiters that all got a great view of my body. I couldn’t have done a better job if I’d planned it.I’d taken the sarong off and Jon had taken his vest off as soon as we got back. "I'm flattered Mr. Carroll, but I am not worthy of your latestcreation? No. Not that. Wouldn't your genius be bettered showcased ona model of the highest ...? Not that either. Kayla didn't know thefirst thing about dealing with mad artists. Or clothing. Or fabric.But something told her if this man were to offer Counter Punch a newkind of silk, that is surely something everyone would want andpotentially be displeased if it went to another clothing brand."Well ...?" John asked. His patience in.