She wears a sleeveless A-Line dress that just about covers her knees. Her short and stocky body is strongly built rather than overweight – and fills...out every spare inch of the material. Especially around the boobs, which look suspiciously like they might be fake.She speaks with an educated Welsh accent – not a strong accent, but the Welsh is definitely there somewhere in her past. Confident and a little sad at the same time. “My name is Gillian Brook, and I lecture in Politics and History here. She looked me in the eyes.“I think you are handsome and I want to be with you in any way I can. I’d like you to be my first. I want you to have me and own me, but I don’t want to be used like a slut. If we are together once, it will be a regular thing.” She gabbled fast, all her words seeming to blur into one. I could barely make out what she said.As she saw the confusion in my eyes she looked dejectedly at the ground. I placed the forefinger of my right hand under her chin and lifted it up,. Not even looking at him, just talking at him. “Oh god. What a bloody day! The Arabs are trying it on again. They're complaining about the price after we settled on it weeks ago. Colin wants to come down a bit to keep 'em happy, but I told them no way. We've already undercut everyone else. They can walk if they like, they'll be back. There's no way they'll be able to find anyone who knows the regulations in the UAE like we do. If they try to go elsewhere, it'll be better for us in the end.. I saw the flash of his camera light up the room as he took a photograph of me with his cock deep in my mouth. His soft downy pubes were brushing my lips, so deep was his cock. I slid my tongue underneath his shaft and gently ran the tip toward his balls. He groaned even louder at this as the tip of my tongue became visible to him. Still holding his balls with my left hand, I slid my right hand between his legs and gently stroked my nails around the puckered flesh off his arsehole. His eyebrows.