Well, let me show you," Nick said, before turning and leaning over the desk to hit a button on his phone. "Cindy, send her in."Hitting the button agai..., Nick turned back and just folded his arms over his chest as he waited. It only took a few seconds before the door to his office opened and in walked a very attractive woman. 5'6", mid to late twenties, blonde hair and bright blue eyes, very innocent face, slender body covered by a tight black dress that accentuated her D-cup breasts. Stepping. For the first three months of my education, I got to work with Mrs. Miller. She should teach me everything important about the company and the profession I had chosen. As I learned very quickly, she interpreted this teaching very ... well, comprehensive...Mrs. Miller was about in her late forties I guess. She was still very attractive to me. Blond curly hair reached her shoulders - almost like a lion! -, the big breasts you could expect under her body shaped business dresses she usually liked. Pretending to be her boyfriend, he corrected himself, and sighed when he recalled Connie’s words the night before. That led to thoughts of what followed and . . . wow, what had followed had been great. The feel of her next to him, under him, touching him—it had driven him crazy. He wanted it again. That was when he realized Connie wasn’t in the bed. He shot upright. Oh, no. Did I just screw it all up? No, he reassured himself after a minute’s reflection, he didn’t think so. Connie was a fairly. " Tell us how we're gonna get back at them, Mom," Bobby said. "If I can't beat them up, how are we gonna get back at them?"Joyce took a deep breath. Watching her children closely, she outlined her plan. As she talked, she saw their enthusiasm. Shari squirmed on the couch and Bobby's eyes glowed like hot goals. A peek at his lap showed Joyce that his cock was very hard."Hey, that's a good idea, Mom!" Bobby yelled. "I like it." How about you, Shari?" I'm all for it," Shari agreed. "It's gonna be.