I had only been on the job for about a couple weeks when I had caught him occasionally taking a glance at me. I enjoyed it since I thought he was hot ...nd he was my boss. I thought that was pretty cool! Plus I was a young black lady, I didn’t think guys like that were interested in girls like me.When I knew he was interested in me more than just checking me out was one day when he came up behind me to see how work was going and pressed his crotch tightly up against my ass. He was only there for. I was going to have to act sultry toward men if I wanted tosucceed at compfem. Maybe Alan would be good practice. Just as ameans to an end. A theme in my life. Chapter Three -- The Team The next few days were hectic, but fun. I started my classes,which were all top-notch. Alan and I gave each other a lovely wankeach night before we went to sleep. I found myself wearinglipstick for those "tickle sessions" and [blush] flirting with hima little bit too. He was nice. For a man. Things took a. .I was wearing my scuffed engineer boots, blue jeans, a white silk shirt and my old friend, my beat up A-2 leather jacket. While Maud was dressed in snug fitting blue jeans, white sneakers and a short jean jacket over her red silk blouse.She wasn’t wearing any makeup that evening except for the red lipstick, and her silver hair was unbound and loose about her shoulders as it flowed nicely down her back and I was pleased too that she was wearing her blue sapphire. Martha was deliberately left. He slowly added some trips down her butt crack to his pattern of rubbing. Minutes later, with her tits smashed on the patio she raised her ass into the air. Patrick dribbled more oil. Now he was massaging her cheeks, not just rubbing over them.He worked his way down her thighs and her legs, to her feet and her toes, which made her giggle. And back to her butt and then both hands sliding past her lips, and then her inner lips, and then around the opening to her vagina, and then fingers into her.