It's difficult to keep my hand on something so small and he doesn't seem to notice or care. His nuts have finally warmed up and loosened up so I timi...ly cradle them. But all I can think about are the strong hands working my package. He rolls my balls between his fingers, keeping them under pressure. I try doing it to his tiny ones but the hair gets caught and I can't focus. He curls his thumb and forefinger around the top of my sack, tugging my trapped balls down a little too hard. Lets. I may only work 9-5 hours, but I'm always on call. I even had to tell them exactly where I was last Thursday (Kiss, Kiss) when we had our lovely out of this world fight, (KISS, KISS, KISS!!!)" But I thought you and Steve worked for different departments, Angie, and only met now and again when you sat on the same Committee? You two work together a whole fucking lot more closely than you ever let on, don't you?" He must have phoned the Duty Officer made him tell him my whereabouts. You don't. He’s too weak. I’m just helping him to be strong,” he said, sitting on the sofa, putting one leg over the other.“This isn’t the right way to do that,” I told him.“What do you want from me? His shoes? They are in the stand. Take it and leave already,” he said with a frustrated tone.“I want you to leave him alone. You shouldn’t bully him ever again,” I told him.“Well, make me,” he said arrogantly.“Make you? You want me to take it to the principal then?” I asked.“As I said, it’s useless. You can. I glance over at her to see that she has nothing on underneath her dress.Her body is the most amazing piece of art that I have ever seen. She has the body of a goddess, nice and petite. Wonderfully perky breasts that any man could love. With a small patch of hair between her legs.Luckily she does not look over at me, but instead goes for the shorts and puts them on. She glances over at me just as she reaches for the tank top, so I quickly get back to looking for a shirt. I think she noticed me.