He backed her to the desk, sliding his hands and her panties down her thighs as he lifted her onto the broad glass covered wooden top. Tossing the pin... lace panties to the side, He knelt before her and tugged off her shoes. She watched with dark, hungry eyes and he smiled, anticipating the thrill of seduction and satisfying his needs in her young body. ‘I want to taste you,’ he murmured, sliding his hands up her legs, bunching her dress in his fingers, ‘I can’t wait to slide my tongue over your. Wow what a feeling.Next to make her more comfortable i kissed her cheeks and nose and also her fore head to show that i really love her.Now it was my time to pretend that i was also angry and so i brought up that respect issue all over again.I put my weight entirely on her and bit her neck and collar bone hard and licked it.“You want some more respect do u richa?”- i said and all of a sudden she felt my strong firm hands all over her huge massive boob-her left boob infact, squeezing the life. I had no refuge at home either. My father despised me for not being his strapping son. I was a weakling to him and definitely not a chip off the old block. His torment was even worse than that of the others at school, always emotionally eviscerating and often physical. The only person who understood my suffering was my mother, who not only empathized with me for the brutalities I suffered, but often intervened with my horrible father.When I was ten years old my parents got divorced. I was, no. Could do wit` a burger, boss.?The incongruity raised a rare laugh.?What`s funny, boss?? the hammer man asked anxiously, suspecting that the joke was somehow on him.?You are the funny man, Baz. This client toughed out a nailing without being held down. Twice. She`d actually got me going to the extent that Hardboiled Zardos was introducing himself like she was the Master`s Lady and trying to give her advice to help her get through it, and then you come along, so cocking insensitive that you want.