I can’t se...”“Jessica! I do not care for, or about your opinion. Get the invitation made and sent to the Sullivan woman. You let me handle the ...hinking around here.”“Yes, Ma’am, Aunty Johnson, Right away.”Mr. Chin was an artist. His art had been taught to him by his father, whose father taught him. Going back centuries, the Chin family were artists. Their art was one of the first steps of civilization, the written word. Whether marks in a clay tablet or mass-produced ink on paper books, the. And all this time when I could have let her know how I felt ... oh God, how could I have been so dense? All of the times I had teased her, both of us were on the same page ... both of us wanted more than just a tease.Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore and I got up and returned to her office. She wasn't there but I could hear the copy machine running again. When I got to the hallway, I found her standing there using the machine. When she saw me, she started to move aside and I reached out and. Soon enough, we were at the Sofitel Hotel. He parked his car, called up Paul, and soon enough we were in the lift. A small case of my belongings was left at the reception, for transfer to Pauls room. He pressed the floor button, and just told me the room number. The lift stopped, I disembarked, and he just waived at me and got back. And here I was, all alone. At that time, sex was the furthest from my mind. I just hoped that I didn’t get into a panic. I just kept repeating the room number to. But what she had wanted to do with her hand -- well, she started it, and started up again even after I made it clear she wasn't really supposed to. She'd really liked it. And maybe it would be just a one-time thing.The next night I didn't wear my briefs to bed, just in case. I woke to the feel of a small hand on my rapidly growing cock, but pretended to be asleep as I smiled inwardly. I couldn't pretend any longer when I felt warm wetness surround my bulging penis tip, at the same time I felt.