It was dimly lit by an overhead neon light bulb, and a half-dozen cigarette butts rested in an ashtray on the desk. The Boss was a tall, Caucasian man...who looked to be in his mid-forties, with greying white hair and a surprisingly strong build. He was wearing a stained white muscle shirt and Bermuda shorts, as well as a cheap pair of sunglasses, even inside. The man beckoned for Paloma to take a seat in front of his desk. As she did so, the man leaned back, putting two sandal-clad feat on the. Suzan was torn on what she wanted to happen, but she knew he really needed to go. She couldn't take his hard work away from him. As Dusty reached the door he turned back to face her before he left."You know I keep telling you that you'll have to better teach me that thing called "massage" that you did again to me last night so I can do it to you without hurting you. And I'll also need to repay you for the oral favors as well."You wouldn't let me do anything to you at all as you pampered me last. That the kiss was okay. I worry you might be freaking out a bit... but I quickly see that you want me, as much as I want you. We both feel it as you start to kiss my neck, knowing what it does to me. I let out a soft, whispered moan, and I push you to your back, our lips meeting again, with fervor. You moan into my mouth, as my tongue finds my way into yours, and yours meet mine in a dance. Your hand in my hair, my senses heightened, and goosebumps along my skin from the delicious sensations of. ”Linda smiled and nodded. Then she leaned in and kissed me. “I would be upset with you if you did,” she said and then kissed me again.Ten minutes later, I was clean, dressed, and sitting in the living room with Chloe, Ella, Dana, Emma, Michael, and Greta. Linda gave me one last kiss and then left for the night. We agreed that we would get together again over the weekend.Michael had enchanted the top of my coffee table to show us a diagram of the Architecture building on campus. It reminded me.