She squeezed out so cream on her finger and rubbed my butt hole. My legs started to shake as her rubbing started to feel good. She said why don't you ...ay on my lap. She picked me up and laid me across her lap and said to keep stroking Tim. As I stroked him she pulled my legs apart and rubbed my hole again. She squirted some cream on my butt hole and pressed against it. A warm feeling came over me as she pushed her finger tip in me. After a minute she pushed in farther. Soon she was moving it. And no. Yes, you can call out, but no, I won't let you make a collect call. Just dial 9 and your home number. Including 1 and the area code, of course," he grinned."But that would charge it to the company. This is a personal call."Bob folded his arms and looked sternly at her. "I told you, my job is to be sure you have everything you need. Right now you need to make a personal call. I'll go get you some coffee while you take care of it. Cream and sugar?" Cream, no sugar," she said. He cupped the boy's testicles and subtlety massaged them as he made yet another artistic adjustment of the boy's genitalia.As Mr. Oliver walked back to his easel, Timothy began to feel very uncomfortable with his mounting erection clearly there for all to see. He felt a comforting hand of Ms. Alsover’s on the small of his back, and heard Mr. Oliver clear his throat.Trying to sound indifferent, he said "Eh, Timothy, I see that you have an erection."Timothy blushed, and sheepishly looked down at. “Definitely. Like a prince at a carnival,” she said. “By the way, do I keep calling you ‘James’ or what?”“Brander,” he said. It just slipped out, his usual rules drying up like the Nevada desert.Her eyes narrowed somewhat. “Nice to meet you,” she said, shaking his hand. A pleasing smile crossed her lips. “Show me the city, Brander.”They launched themselves full tilt into temptation. Ana led the way, exuberantly insistent, leading him along as if he were some overgrown boy in a luxury suit.Just.