I went into the family room, and sat down on one of the old couches that had a throw over it, not wanting to dirty up anything with my sweaty body. Mr... Connolly came back, carrying two bottles, a beer, and a Coke. “Which would you prefer?” she asked, holding both bottles out towards me, “a beer, or a cold drink?”“I’ll have the Coke thanks Mrs Connolly,” I replied, “you know I am only 17, and not really allowed to drink. Are you trying to corrupt a minor?” I added jokingly, “besides my mom would. It was intoxicating.Pulling the waist strap down, my nose and face came in direct contact with all of his sexual aroma. Dropping to the floor, I relished the fullness of his balls with my nose and lips. Holding the firm orbs of his butt in each hand, he moaned as my tongue traced the length of his cock on both sides. He slipped his hand under my chin my and said, “Let’s go to my boss’s office.” I wasn’t going to argue.We shed our clothes on the secretary’s chair and walked into office. There. "Well, I'm not too surprised. It's quite a niche type of film we shoot.Now, the main question is this: are you still interested in a job?" Ihesitated whilst I wondered what sort of job Marcus had in store for me.He must have seen the concern in my eyes as he started to laugh again."Don't worry, it's not as an actor! Abbie said you're very good withcomputers, so I was wondering if you'd like a job editing our filmstogether? I've been looking for a new editor for a while and I'd love togive you a. He groaned. "Fuck me. Ride me. Use me for whatever you want. Bite me, kiss me, slide my dick into your wet little pussy and screw me until the bed breaks. I want you so bad." His voice was low and dangerously alluring, painting a word picture of all the unspeakable things I could do to him. It wasn't fair that I was in control and he still had such a profound effect on me. I needed to remind myself who was boss. I recalled his words from the other day, in my flat. "It's okay; I'll show you a.