He stands there only in his shorts. His dick is hard, she can see the bulge, she can feel the bulge. She rubs him. She pulls his shorts down. She ...dmires his dick. He is big. She starts to give him a hand job, but she wants that dick in her mouth. First, she licks from the base by his balls, slowly to the tip. She licks it like it's a lolly pop. He enjoys it. Then without warning, she takes the head in her mouth. He moans, "hmmmm, that feels good." She can taste a bit of. I'm not your little girl any more. You can't slipper me. You just can't.''I think you'll find that I can, my girl!' I was just about to find out how angry she was. She grabbed my shoulder, pushed me across the room to the table. An irresistible force bent me forwards, until I was face down on the old scrubbed wood. I felt her hand on the small of my back. 'In case you've forgotten, that particular word, the F word, means six of the best.' I tried to stand. Her arm was an iron rod. 'But,' she. Sometimes as I remembered it, I would sneak a hand under my skirt, hidden by my desk, and spread my thighs as far as I could under the narrow-cut skirt of my suit. With one eye on the door, praying my secretary wouldn't decide to see if I wanted anything, I would let my middle finger trace the path of his tongue till I came again, reliving that pleasure, experiencing again the sensations now indelibly etched into my brain.I was caught, and I knew it. Dangerously, almost frighteningly caught in. This time, I was left with my mouth open and primed for comment when she quickly interjected, "Ballet, tap, that kind of stuff." "Really?" I asked, extending the word a little for emphasis. "Is it profitable?" "Profitable? No," she replied, "but it is rewarding. I'm actually teaching a couple classes this year. One is a bunch of football players, looking to improve their foot work. Ever see a three-hundred pound man try a pirouette?" We both began to laugh at the image, and her laughter marked.