" Rachel pled."I just wanna feel it some -- you tease me with it all the time..." Jeff whined."I ... didn't know..." Rachel muttered."Well, it's WORK,...you know? Sexual harassment, and all that shit. I couldn't exactly say 'Oh, Baby, show me that big white ass!' now, could I?" Jeff muttered."I guess not..." Rachel bit her lip."It's just us -- and you KNOW you want it!" Jeff wedged his hands under her waistband and pushed her pants -- and her panties -- to her knees. "Ahhh, Jeezus!" he whispered,. ”Then I knew if I talk to him in a nasty way as he wanted, this would be over more quickly than expected..."Please cum for me. Cum in my hand, Sir..." I begged him.All of a sudden he slipped the knife into his back pocket and reached his free hand around to slip it up under my sweater. My bra allowed him an easy access. I felt him pulling my boobs and soon he was pinching my nipples with his fingers.“You said just a simple hand job, Sir…” I complained.But he laughed quietly and again I felt the. He occupied a splendid apartment in the second arrondissement, and I spent most weekends there. I had a more fluid attachment to Juliette, who visited my apartment at irregular intervals. Juliette was completely lesbian, and contemptuous of my relationships with men in general, and of Robert in particular. Nevertheless, she would show up when she was between lovers or needed a compliant partner for an evening. Robert was aware that I had relationships with women that went beyond mere. It wasn’t that he was a player, he said, just that it was easier to have sex and move on, not have to deal with the repercussions. Because if you got caught up with girls, they changed. It had always been the same, one minute they were nice and the next they were suing you for harassment. That’s where he’d been before Christmas he told her, trying to prove that he hadn’t unfairly dismissed one of his old secretary’s, that he hadn’t been some sex-hungry predator. And then there were the women.