"Jenny dear, follow me to my office." He calmly said in passing as he walked by her desk. She immediately hopped up eager to follow her bosses command... Only professional... only professional she repeated to herself. She was not one who liked to mix pleasure with business. Even though he seemed to blur the line for her when convenient. Something she had a love/hate relationship with. She enjoyed the attention but at times felt cheap for it knowing she wasn’t a source of affection for him. . He had never gotten up past twelve thirty, just like me. It was kind of cute when we were going out, because we had the same sleeping patterns. I remembered once the day after a party, very similar to the one of the night before, we had sat online for an hour and a half, swapping stories, and talking about everything under the sun possible to talk about while our friends slept at our houses. It was very cute. And when I looked down, my hand was shaking so hard I could hardly hold the mouse.Why. The lube dripped from my asshole and onto the sheets. “See, what do you do with your cum when you finish up masturbating?” “What?” He replied, looking slightly confused. “Like, when you cum, where does it go?” “Erm, I normally just cum into a tissue and then throw it away, how come?” I revealed my cum filled hand to him. A perverted smile across my face. “When I’m done cumming, I always think it’s a waste to just, throw it away.” I kissed him deeply. “So, I put it in my mouth and I play with. My eyes grew heavy and blinking became an effort that I gave up. My dark lashes rested on my cheeks, cheeks pure white and guarded from the sun as though the most prized asset of the world. I had reached my fifthteenth year only last week and felt my mother was more dramatic than life called for. I knew the value of my completion and it was hardly worth all the gold in the kingdom, I thought sarcastically.No more than an hour more of travel and we'd arrive, surely time for a quick beauty.