" So following your trearment, how do you now regard your claim of beingfrom another world? Have you made any progress there?" I have. Despite how rea... it seemed, I now realise that it was adelusion, part of the mental problems that led me to resist thetraditional modification every man undergoes and to believe it was okayfor me to outrage community standards by being outside the home when notaccompanied by an adult female. I know better now, know my proper placein society, but there is one. .. thanks... I guess..." I said, trying to pass it off as nothing, looking away from him because of my emotions. He moved himself closer to me, turning and putting one arm on the back of the couch beside me and leaned in. "It's hard not to be excited by a girl like you" he said smiling and I blushed redder, feeling my stomach churn, nerves, and excitement began to flush in. I turned to look at him, opened my mouth to speak, but what I got instead was his lips against mine, kissing me. I opened. Your hand wants to reach out and touch them. But you know you do not dare. His hands are on your other buttons. You feel your shirt as it slides slowly across your skin. And you feel the cool night air rushing in to cover your breasts. He takes your arms from the shirt and in a moment you are sitting in front of him wearing only your leather riding pants. You can feel a dampness forming. Your heart is racing. A tightness fills your legs. You watch as his eyes move to yours. Your breasts are. "Just think, the next time we face each other at a meeting, we'll always have this secret between us. Think of how fucking sexy that is." You sound like you're eager for me," she said passively. "Like I'm some conquest, having your way with the office girl." Cassie, every man in your office wants to throat-fuck you. They wish they can take you into a private office and throw you to your knees. And you know what the best part is? You have your dirty fantasies too. You probably wish you could.