Suddenly his fingers tightened around my hair pulling my head towards him and down to his jeans. He immediately determined I was his whore but I was p...rfectly fine with this. I got the point and began to unzip his pants. My body so hot now I was more than happy to wrap my mouth around his cock. Quickly I lowered his zipper, his cock already hard easily slipping past his underwear. Licking my lips I begin to lower my head. He impatiently pushes my head quicker to his cock. His forcefulness turns. "Brian's a good bloke. He's a nice boss, I've worked for some right... gits. He's decent." At least he's not making inappropriate suggestions to his secretary!" I said laughing.Julie started laughing. "Oh no! That sort of thing doesn't go on nowadays. Mind you, I did hear a rumour..." "Come on. That sounds like potential gossip!"She took a mouthful of her coffee: "I shouldn't tell you, but it's not as if you know him..." You're teasing me Julie!" I said. "Very naughty." I heard from one of the. My dick was getting desperate to come out of my jeans. I told her that we are in the factory and by describing your boobs, you are giving me a boner, don’t embarrass me. She asked me to relax.This was common for us to talk about sex. It was after a month or so after this incident that she had not come to my factory. One day and I called her, she said it is too hot and can’t come today. I said but I m missing her as she has not come to the factory for more than 3-4 days.She said I can come to. Actually, as my father so aptly put it once very late at night when he walked into my room and caught me redhanded, literally, I became a slave to my erection.... Unforetunately, in my high school, I developed the image of a very strange person and became a social outcast of sorts. Oh, I had some friends, but my social/sexual development was extremely limited to say the least. I really would use much stronger language but why do it. I'm sure that you understand what I mean. There were three.