While somewhat relieved she hadn't seen that detail, there was no hiding my raging boner now. Precum was falling into my face, like my cock and balls...had a mind of their own, and they loved putting on a show for Shelley. So I turned around and right side up, and slid down to the couch beside my bed, and attempted to cover myself up, while asking her to "get out," and "Ok, please go study somewhere else," I pleaded. "Can't you see I'm busy?" I protested! But to my shock and delight, she. “Oh my, God!” she hissed. “Oh, shit. Oh, fuck.” I grabbed her ass cheeks with an iron grip and tried to squeeze the cum out of her. “Eat my pussy, baby,” she went on, “I can’t believe the way you’re eating my pussy!” I hummed a tune into her clit like I was playing a kazoo. She screamed like a cougar.Her whole body quivered and quaked and wiggled and writhed in constant locomotion, but her hands were locked like a stationary vise on the back of my head. My lips and tongue continued their. "I nodded. "Thank you, sir, " I said meekly. He nodded, then tapped a pen and pad on his desk. "I want you to take a letter for me. "I tilted my head. "Sir, I could go get my laptop... " No," he said. "You will probably need the pad. Come around the desk. "I did as he was told and stood next to him. He opened a drawer and took out a little square cushion, then set it on the floor. "Pick up the pad, then kneel for me."I swallowed hard, but did as I was told. The cushion was soft and pleasant,. 3 litre supercharged straight-eight idling punctuated his thoughts, making him all the more worried about his intentions.Everyone told him what he was doing didn't border on insanity- it WAS insanity. His insurance company told him if he did it, his collision AND life insurances were void. He was perhaps more scared by other people's perspective of what he was doing then by the act itself. But he was the kind of man who would re-double his efforts when someone tried to stop him.Even so, he did.