We would see a movie, and he'd say something like "Wow, he's goodlooking." Or "I bet he'd keep a woman up all night." We'd watch abasketball game toge...her, and he'd point out a player's shoulders. Itwas never about Charles and what he thought of the women we would see inthe movies or on the street. It was always about me."Ever hear from that big black guy you danced with the other night?"Charles would say for example. "What was his name? George Clooney?Mose" I replied shortly. I didn't want to. He handed me an invoice and, with a sympathetic look on his face, said, “We had the part in stock, but it’s a bit pricey, and the repair took about two hours of labor.”I saw the total at the bottom and said, “Holy shit…that’s a lot of money!” I looked up into his face and said, “I can’t really afford that….can we work out a payment plan, or something?”Mr. Parsons glanced down at my nipples, sticking out prominently through the thin fabric of my tee shirt and, with a sly grin on his face, said,. Timmy keep standing. Let us see your panties," Emily remarked.I stood back up and to the side of my chair. The room was chilly and Icould feel cold air blowing down on me from the ceiling."They fit him well!" said one woman as she pointed to my little bulge.Another businesswoman added, "I agree. And I think they are from lastseason's collection?" They are adorable," agreed Emily. She then added, "Timmy keep yourhands at your sides. We have a few more items to discuss." Like what?" I. “Now why would I want to do a silly thing like that when we both know you want me here?” The confidence in his voice was maddening, my pussy was absolutely pulsing with need for him. Maybe just this once I could deny him, deny my own desires for him. “No… You shouldn’t…. We can’t… Mmmmhmmm….” He took my face gently in his hands and kissed me. A deep, passionate, lustful kiss. A lover’s kiss. A kiss I shouldn’t have been having with this man. A kiss I gladly participated in. My sheer white.