She was standing with her arms at her sides, almost stiffly."Why didn't you just come knock on my door?" he asked."B-b-because I was in-n-n my n-n-nig...t g-g-gown," she said.Bob was unsettled enough that he missed the fact that if she wasn't willing to go in the hallway in her "nightgown," she surely hadn't gone down to get the key to the connecting door in it, which meant she could have knocked then. All he thought about was that she had appeared so suddenly."Is anything wrong?" I d-d-don't. I had a belly-full of cum and was leaking enough to soak the skimpy panties I was wearing.The next day dragged on forever; as quitting time approached my stomach was a mass of very excited butterflies. Once most of the staff were gone I went to pee then presented myself to the boss. Once he’d checked the office outside he returned and locked the door. His desk was almost bare (that was unusual for him). I watched as he unplugged the phone, removed his jacket then, stood over me rolling up the. Stepping into my closet, I pulled on strappy dress, spaghetti-straps hanging it from my slim shoulders as the skirt swirled only to my knees. I did my make-up, pouty mouth accented by a hint of rouge and gloss, mascara, and a touch of blush to bring out the flush of my cheeks. Grabbing my purse, I was ready.In the car, they were playing Frank Sinatra. I listened, finger-snapping occasionally as I took the long drive to the airport. Pushing through the throng, I glanced at the paper in my purse,. Lambeth motioned for the two of us to come to his desk. He gave us a stack of papers and asked us to put the grades in the computer while the rest of the test finished the exam.Kyra and I walked with him to the table of computers in the back of the room. He logged us in and we went to work. While we were entering the data, Kyra whispered to me, “My dad has purchased a program for our computer that will help prepare me for the SAT. Would you like to come over tomorrow and we can prepare.