As I made it she never shut up about her hubby, as I walked across to where she was sitting with a mug of hot coffee in my hand I genuinely tripped an... slightly spilt some on her trouser leg, quickly grabbing a tea towel I mumbled my apologies and knelt down at the side of her seat and rubbed where I’d spilt.I was gently rubbing her chunky thigh when after a few minutes she said “I think it’s dry now”, I took the towel away and felt with my hand, “No it’s still damp here” touching the inside of. But, for the one receiving, say, a blow job, you were not a fag. It was a curious delineation, but that was the dynamic I knew I needed to keep in mind with men like him! As long as Javier saw himself as the 'top', and me as the 'bottom', his ego would not be threatened, and I was keen to keep that balance as much as possible!So, for perhaps half an hour, I worked young Javier's nice cock over with as much enthusiasm as I could muster, and I could tell that he definitely enjoyed this! Seeing. East and some of the naughty but very exciting things I got up to at my paternal grandparents home. Now, I'm not going to be going into lurid details of being bum ****d by my grandpa or sticking my juvenile cocklet in my grandma's cunt because it wasn't like that. But those times DID set the trend for my life of sluttyness to some degree. Most Saturdays wnen the footy season was on my Dad and his two brothers would go off to Ayresome Park to watch the Boro play. I wasnt particularly sporty,. He would take advice (not necessarily good) from the men onthe team while practically ignoring anything any of the senior womenwould offer. When he wanted something from my team, instead of coming tome he would go to one of my male subordinates and ask them...or have themrelay his instructions to me. Seeing where things were heading, I didthe only smart thing for someone in my position to do...I began todocument everything.When he gave a new project to Michael, one of my subordinates without.