May I call you Anastasia?”“Call me Ana. Saying all five syllables gets tiresome, I assure you.”He smiled and nodded. Brandon's gaze swept across...her desk. She'd been reading Thomas Piketty's Capital in the Twenty-First Century. There was a large pile of books on the left side of the desk, likely waiting for new shelves to be delivered. Brandon scanned the titles quickly. He wasn't familiar with The Shore of Women, but he recognized Heretics of Dune. It seemed the new CEO of Athena enjoyed. The little tuft of pubic hair just above the pumping dildo matched the color on her head…She looked up and stared straight ahead as if trying to focus on the dildo sliding in and out of her. I could see the black-rimmed glasses sitting on her little nose just above her open mouth. She was putting all her focus on the dildo and continued to look straight ahead, as if concentrating on the pleasure. Suddenly I could see her knees start to shake. “Boom…boom…boom” she shoved her feet against. This worried me because I had no idea how to shave my pussy & was afraid of cutting myself with the razor. Dad could tell I was afraid & said "I could do it for you" He said not to worry coz he knew what he was doing because he'd always done it for mum. So he had me lay down in the bathroom, lathered me up and carefully shaved my pussy. It felt so weird but at the same time really nice. I felt guilty because i felt good when dad shaved me. My body would tingle in a way it had not done before.. She got off my leg and planted her jean covered pussy right on top of my cock which by now was pointing up towards my stomach in my own jeans. I reached up and began playing with her stiffening nipples. I slightly pinched them as I rolled them between my fingers. A soft moan escaped her lips as she leaned back planting her hands on my thighs and began grinding back and forth against my cock. As pleasurable as this felt, it started to become painful as the clothing rubbed against the underside.