“Your here earlier than usual,” she said with a huge grin on her face. She looked gorgeous, her beautifully bright red hair, reflecting the light....She was like a goddess. She was wearing a slutty red dress that was slightly lower than her hip line. Don’t even get me started on her breasts they were practically popping out of her dress. Her beautifully tanned legs leading down to her cock teasing five inch stilettos.I was just about to reply when she walked off and said, “Meeting room 1 now!”I. Carefully picking them off i put them back in the smartie tube,knowing they will be in their new home soon.Weekend over, it was back to school. I found it difficult to concentrate, my mind was still on the weekend and i could hardly tell anyone about it.During one of the lessons i found an article from the council which stated (Woodlice do not transmit disease or bite and are not considered to be a public health pest). This excited me more, i can confirm they don't bite but knowing they don't. Once they had started out with that, they should have enough solid marketing data to make conventional sales to stores. Thus, pressure immediately fell on John to hurry up with his comic strip. He had a rough draft of the story line, which, sensibly enough, was the story of a woman who wanted to try Coital Bliss, but knew nothing of how to go about it.The idea was that, between the comic strip and the videos, any normal person could get enough information to make a safe try with the product.. Her fingers stop their dance upon her thigh, reaching for her purse; she finds her keys and fumbles at the lock on her desk drawer. Ahhhhhh! Yes! Open sesame! Her drawer opens, she finds a finger vibrator, slipping it on, sneaking her hand lower, and flicking the red butterfly on with her thumb, placing the softly humming toy on her knee. Gently letting it circle. Her touch feather light, it dances up her inner thigh, she squirms in her chair. Whimpers barely audible, her fingers sneaking.