" Good," I replied before Mr Foster suggested that I might find a piece of paper he was handing to me interesting. I took the offered sheet and glance... at it. It was a copied and faxed report from that morning's Telegraph newspaper detailing the 'daring' escape from a hospital by a 'dangerous' criminal mastermind. The report went on to say how one of the nurses at the hospital was incriminated in the escape and how the police had issued a warrant for her arrest. At the bottom of the article was. " I replied.My Boss stepped close to me and asked very slowly:"And why not, my sweet Ana? I had licked you some time ago…”Before I could react, she moved closer and reached for my boobs, feeling my nipples were hard. She cupped them in her hands and pinched my nipples between her long fingers.I unbuttoned my white blouse and Barbara lowered her head to bite gently on my dark nipples. I shut my eyes and let out a soft moan.My Boss gently pushed me backwards, until my hips were against the desk.. She started to enjoy and let herself go. She threw her head back and I kept kissing her ears and slowly biting them meanwhile slowly whispering in her how sexy her body is and that I will give her a good time.She was letting out slow moans. Ahhhh. Ahhhh. Yes. And this encouraged me to keep going. While I was kissing her ears I moved my hand to both her boobs and pressed them from above the towel. Her eyes were closed and her hand holding my head. This continued for 10-15 min and I could sense. Sometimes, through touch, she could see pictures of what they were thinking. Her first memory was living in an orphanage in New York state. No one could tell her of her origins except the note accompanying her said her name was Arie Michaels; she had been abandoned on the stoop one day. Never adopted, the orphanage became her home. It was a colorless, shades of grey existence. Sterile sleeping quarters. The only bright spot was a small garden outside the building. It was only there, sitting.