"I shut the door and lock it. I go back over to the desk and you stand there licking your lips."Bend over the desk, you slut!" I command.Obediently yo... bend over my desk. You are wearing a skirt that goes down about to your knees. I pull it up and see the sexy red thong you have on. Your nearly bare ass is sticking up in the air ready for me to have my way with it. I rub my hands gleefully and detect a faint moan coming from you in anticipation of what I'm about to do. I bring my right hand. Shelia lifted one of her nicely shaped breast and whispered 'suck this if you want.' I quickly licked her breast gently and kissed sucked the tip into my lips, Shelia moaned and let one of her hands drop to my crotch. She slipped her hand into my shorts and began to stroke my hardening cock. Shelia told Harry 'when I turn around I want to see you standing there with nothing on but a smile.' Shelia pulled her breast from my lips and turned to face Harry 'daaammmnnn,man you ain't fuck my little. "The design of a building or a space within that building should speak to peoples souls Michael," his grandfather Adolph had said to him; while standing in front of the just completed Monroe building. His grandfather continuing "An architect is an artist, his palette is space and light, if you design spaces that invoke awe, light them so those within can view the space in context with the design intent, then you have conceived a work of art."Michael was 18 getting ready to head off to college. Then shortly after, James and Jane left, so Anne and I were left alone in the bar. We both felt a little melancholy, chatting about our partners, while still drinking and just enjoying each other’s company. Both turned on, but unable to do anything about it, frustrating but fun I guess in its own way. Inevitably the drink had an effect, we started to kiss and then Anne stroked her fingers up my leg and along the thin material covering my cock, in turn I placed my hand on her back, slowly.