She said that she was 45. I danced with some other girls and was getting really horny and needed to get some release. The milf came over and wanted to...dance again, she was more buzzed than before and I decided to make my move, what the heck. I asked her to step out side with me for minute and she did. We went behind the building and started making out. I was feeling her up and she was enjoying it. She kept trying to tell me to stop and that she was married but then she would kiss me again. She. ”I didn’t even know how to respond to someone so self-centered.“Why are you still looking at me? Go and hang with Emma, the dumb slut.”That was when I got mad. I didn’t care if she insulted me, but she crossed the line when she insulted my friend.“Emma was right; I don’t want to fuck you. I don’t know why any guy would. Your legs are too skinny, your eyes are too far apart and you wear more makeup than a porn star moonlighting as a clown. Go to hell you sad, plastic bitch.”I walked away just as. I started working on my new post very sincerely. From the beginning, I had a strong friendship bond with my boss as he was very helpful and supportive. I shared almost every official problem. He helped me to overcome those problems. Sometimes I shared my personal problems too with him.So, he knew and was aware of most of the things about me and my life. He was a very polite and kind man. I liked and respect him very much as a person. Later he was trying to become franker with me after I became. Of course I asked what? He said "I'm glad you asked" and told me to stand up and come over to him. I obviously thought this was weird bit did it. As I walked over I noticed he was wearing a kilt. As I rounded around his desk he lifted up the kilt and exposed his cock. He wasn't hard but it looked about 4 inches and fat and he had shaved balls. As I looked at it, he said "I've watching you awhile and if you're willing to give me a blow job, I may be able to save your job."What he didn't know is.