As they sit on the couch next to each other, naked, their thighs touching, Donald takes Emma’s hand and for the first time ever for her, he presses ...er hand against his firm cock.Her palm is against the back of his shaft and he guides her fingers to grasp it. They both let out a low sigh as for the very first time she grips his, or for that matter any, cock. Emma feels how hard it is as Donald begins to guide her hand up and down as she starts to jerk him. He takes her other hand and leads. He was gaunt and rail thin, his body seemingly malnourished from starvation. His skin had taken on both the color and texture of leather from its long exposure to sun and wind, and his hair grew wild and uncut. A think beard covered his face. He was wearing nothing save for some tattered threads of clothing that barely covered his body. All of this together gave him the appearance of some wild man, fresh from the jungle. And more disturbingly still, the traveler could see a series of scars that. I was still in the middle of a major project so I had little time to go down and meet my new boss. I focused on my work and a couple weeks later I was finally released. I wondered over to my new digs to look around and to introduce myself. I arrived at the HR area which is deliberately out of the way of everyone else to help people feel that their confidentiality is maintained. I know of my new boss, Leslie Mann but we've never met. I have seen dozens of corporate memos that he has sent. Or at least I thought that was the kind of guy I wanted.Among his other endearing qualities, he was unfailingly gentlemanly, at least to me. Arrogant? Yes. Full of himself? Definitely.Yet from the first moment I lay eyes on him, I was in heat. I just knew I had to have him. It was a birthday party for someone we both knew. That is to say, I was new to the area and tagging along with my friend Bretlynn.I remember the instant his charm took hold of me. He was standing around, talking with some.