" You have a studio don't you?" he asked."Very small, but yes," I replied."You could do two people engaged in sex there couldn't you?" he asked."Yes, ... could do that," I replied. I never had but my equipment, and studio space would be more than adequate."That's as bad as it gets, anything more and we can shoot them on the sounds stage. As long as you are as quick and organized as you were at my niece's wedding, you should do fine." he said."I always work fast and the only way to do that is to. Another chuckle. “It’s, well, it’s in your cleavage.”“You want to lick it off me?” I see the look on your face - shock, disbelief, and what I really wanted to see - a moment of desire and lust, looking at my cleavage with hunger. Time to toy with you again a little hot, a little cold. “I’m kidding, buddy.” I can see the disappointment on your face before you try to laugh it off. Hopefully this show makes it up to you. I scoop the frosting up with the tip of my finger. I point it nice and long. I bite my lip as our eyes meet. He pushes away from his desk and comes to me. I turn around and come face to face or face to chest with him. His 6’2 frame towering over my 5’7 frame. He leans forward trapping me against his desk. The sexual tension rolling off of him in waves. His breath fanning against my face, making the butterflies do somersaults in my stomach. My mind can’t help but wonder what he looks like underneath this shirt. Does he feel as lean as he looks? The intensity pounding. It had been merely a playful nibble to knock that orgasm back a notch. “You are safe tonight, I promise you.”“You scared the crap out of me!”“Felt good though, didn’t it?”“Ye – Oh!” was all I could get out. Not waiting for an answer, he had started a line of his playful nibbles along my cock then over my scrotum and thighs. It was a strange, though not unpleasant sensation, and something other than fear ran down my spine as those bites worked their way up my stomach until my lower lip was held.