It’s not difficult stuff.” Clearly annoyed by my still flippant response she quickly shoots back “it’s harder than you think. I bet I do bette... than you do though”. Smiling I turn to her and say “Will you stop saying silly things. You’ve been saying that for years now and you never have.”Getting more animated she retorts quickly “Make a bet then smartass. If I win, you do my assignments for the semester. You can choose my punishment if I lose.” About to reflexively shoot her down I quickly. He saw what I was doing. He rolled his chair up to me closer, wrapped his hands around my waist and buried his face in my breasts. Kissing and sucking on them as his hands made their way up my shirt and started undoing it. Before I knew it my blouse was across my office with my breasts fully exposed to him as he kept tonguing my nipples. I pulled him up so he was standing in front of me so I could undo his pants. He pulled away and pulled me off the desk. "You think you're my boss, Sara?! Not. Her legs spread slowly apart, giving me permission to go further. I knew that she hadn't had anything but her own hand between her legs for years. I thought that it probably felt a lot like I felt the first time a woman put her hand around my cock! I could feel her cunt getting hotter against my hand as I gently rubbed and massaged her. I began to concentrate on the area over her clit. There was no doubt about finding it. She almost screamed, arched her back, and quivered like an arrow when it. " "Here dear." She opened her wallet and handed Brenda a thick stack ofgreen bills, I could only see the twenties but there were probably a fewhundred dollar bills mixed in. Her mother turned to me, her expression changed quite suddenly, "Nowsweet boy, I expect you to be respectful with my Brenda, this is a trialonly, I am very selective as to who she dates, or calls a boyfriend. Ihave rules, they are strict, and she will share them with you. Do youunderstand?"I looked over at Brenda, she held.