She could feel her nipples hardening under her clothes. The office she was in had an opaque glass, with the lights on inside the office she could prob...bly be seen, she prayed they stayed dimmed. Her anxiety figure pushed her down on the desk, there was nothing else on it to be in the way. She was sure if there was, the figure would not have cared. She felt herself pressing down on her breast, the first few buttons of her shirt popped and flew onto the floor. Veronica could feel a hand slide. Tony was not slow in making his demands quite clear; he was a plain speaker: one of those men who called a spade a spade and did not beat about the bush. “Look Kyle, I guess we both know why I have asked you here; and it is not, as I am sure you are already aware to have a private session of physical training with you, although what I have in mind does involve a certain amount of physical effort on your part.”“To introduce myself properly so that you know whom you are dealing with. My name is. He didn’t notice that she had kept her lingerie on. All he wanted to do was push her onto the bed and get on top of her. However, she had another idea. ‘On your knees.’ They had been dating for years now. They knew each other well, but now, in their mid twenties, he was witnessing a new side of his lover. He turned his head in scrutiny, looking at her, an inquisitive smile forming across his mouth. His hands and knees touched the wooden floor. His eyes met her feet. ‘Good boy.’ He liked how she. Not wanting to give her another chance to protest, he kissed her. Within moments, she began kissing back, their tongues dancing together. He ran his hands over her body until he found the bottom of her shirt. He grabbed it and pulled it up and over her head, tossing it on the floor.He moaned as he finally saw her perfect little breasts. He grabbed each one and began massaging them. She moaned loudly as he played with her tits, pinching her nipples. "Fuck, I love having my tits played with..