All 3 days we brought in our training Pharmacy Assistant John (Wright John Joseph) for "any hours he could handle" with school and studies. I tried to...judge how his attempt at a relationship with Clarissa was going by how they worked together (they weren't normally working the same shifts) and it seemed they were getting along with no reservations. John was still wearing his contacts and picking out his own clothes and making friends with the mirror, as I had suggested.Clarissa and I weren't. “Mark,” she called out louder. Still no response. Suddenly she felt a weight on the bed as someone sat down. “Oh my God you’re not Mark are you!” she said. Still there was silence as a she felt hand on her midriff. It definitely wasn’t Mark. This man had larger hands; rougher hands; and they were on her body. “Oh my God!” she cried out. Suddenly she knew that this was real. Mark had actually done it. “Where’s Mark?” she called out. The man still remained silent. She wanted Mark there. She. She let out a groan of relief as she penetrated herself. She let her fingers toy with her opening for a bit, then dragged her wetness up through her sensitive lips, clicking them along her rings before she resumed circling her clit. She could feel the heat and tension inside her building up, that strange mix of need and satisfaction swirling together, giving her exactly what she wanted, but also making her feel like she wanted more and it was just out of reach. For Belita, sex was an internal. In my head, I had rehearsed this a million times before, pouring over my emotions and how I would feel and what I wanted from it; in reality, it was even better.I don’t know if she wanted to be spanked but I reckoned we would find that out soon enough. Right now, my tongue was a happy little muscle and her taste was so wonderful, her scent was heaven and when I briefly looked into her eyes, I found them closed; her head swooning from left to right as I flicked my tongue.I nearly died and went.