He was older, but not too old. And the age looked good on him. I enjoyed helping him in the kitchen that night with Justin. Mr. Mitchell enjoyed watch...ng me flit all over his cozy kitchen, bending over just perfectly to give a good view of my taut ass and perky tits. When I passed by him Id purposefully rub my body against him. Justin didnt seem to mind, I gave him the same treatment as we prepared a fabulous lasagna. At dinner, Mr. Mitchell asked me if I had any experience dancing. I knew. He came to know about where I worked, where I lived and other details about my job. But after a little while, I observed his eyes roaming on my body, on my thighs, sometimes on my boobs.I could observe lust in his eyes, and I peeped towards a mirror nearby. I found my nipples poking out of my t-shirt. I felt embarrassed but didn’t express. He kept on staring me until the dinner arrived. I could feel lust in his eyes but I ignored it at that time.While serving dinner I observed several times. Makes no difference. So close to my office now, that the tapping is accompanied by the swish of your skirt against your nylon stockings. I feel my cock beginning to strain against the fabric of my trousers. Sauntering in, you slowly close and lock the door behind you with a sly smile. "Whatever should we do for lunch?" you ask, taking a seat on the desk in front of me.As my hands trace up your stocking clad legs, I see that you are pantyless, your shaved pussy already glistening. "I know what. My body shook with fury and I flung the vase at the door. It hit just below the inset window and shattered into a million tiny fragments. At the same time I let out a blood curdling scream and threw myself down onto the floor with the glass. ‘Jaina!’ Will hollered outside. ‘Jaina are you ok?’ His voice was thick with fear, and I could just imagine what his face looked like. He jerked on the handle and wiggled it fiercely. When that didn’t work he hit the door again with his hand. ‘Jaina talk.