He certainly doesn’t back away. Instead, his face breaks into a broad grin and he says, “Gosh, Bobby, I wouldn't say no to that. It's been a long ...ime since anyone gave me a handjob."(Chalk one up to my intuition!)I match his grin and tell him, ”Okay, come over here to the recliner." I go to the cupboard for a couple of towels and put one on the seat of the recliner which is leather-covered and would be rather cool to his bare ass. "Drop 'em and have a seat,” I say.He slips out of his sneakers,. “Let me lean up against this wall and no one will be able to see a thing, Jill.” I felt the wall against my back, my hand never leaving her breast, and I leaned down to kiss her again. We kissed at least thirty seconds, and I felt the strap of her tank top slipping down her arm, exposing the top of her breast. Moving my hand over the top of her breast I slowly edged it down to that little hard nipple and started squeezing gently again. Her breast was full and firm with a softness that only. “What are you doing?” I asked knowingly with a smile on my face. “You really don’t know?” Mr. Keller asked while lightly moving my hands to the side. “I know but I just wanted to hear you say it,” I said while biting my lip. “I’m going to pull back the skin covering your clit. Like this,” Mr. Keller said and did. “Then I’m going to make my tongue nice and wet. You’re going to have to figure out the narrative for yourself because my tongue’s going to be a bit busy,” Mr. Keller said and promptly. Diane stands and unbuttons her blouse and leans over his desk.She says please Mr. Howard surely there is something I can do to change your mind about me.Mr. Howard then tells her that he can see that the rumors are true and that she is a slut.Diane tells him that yes and that she can be his slut if he will just let her keep her job and not report her. Then Diane strips her clothes off and crawls around the desk and looks up into his eyes.Mr. Howard tells her to get under his desk and suck his.