" Ah thank you Master Yves-Marchant. I hope so too." Owen said, trying hard to pronounce the 'Yves' properly without sounding too affected."Call me Ph...llip, please," said Marchant. "I think you're far enough along in the interview process for us to be on a first name basis." Owen was delighted to hear this and said as good-naturedly as he could, "Thank you Phillip." Well," Marchant interrupted, throwing Owen off, just as he was starting to feel comfortable, "This, I think, will be your last. As he reached for the box, I came right up against him, rubbing my breasts on his back thanking him. I pressed closer to him as he pulled the box down. He didn't turn around and he didn't say anything.I took that cue to go further. I reached around the front of his shorts and I felt a nice size bulge. It had to be at least seven and a half or eight inches. I turn him around and sink to my knees taking his basketball shorts with me. I looked him deep in the eye and say "Thank you. I was much to. I swished the soft,gleaming fabric as I looked it over. I must have cost Mr. Gordonhundreds of dollars not including the shoes!It was fitted with a long back zipper and had a slippery nylonlining at the top of the dress covering from the bust down tothe belt and was covered in four layers of nylon chiffon. Theskirt below the matching mauve colored leather belt done up witha feminine jeweled decoration was a continuation of the fourlayers of chiffon from the top of the dress with another. Now my lips are kissing your inner thighs, and down to your knees then back up. My tongue sensing the heat rising from that silky smooth skin, and my kisses get more passionate. The delicious aroma begins to fill my nostrils, and urges me on to perform even greater feats of selfless pleasuring. Now I see the moisture glistening on those lovely lips, and my tongue flicks out and gathers up a drop of this heavenly nectar that has been produced just for me. ‘Oh, baby!’ You croon at me. And, oh.