"I don't pay you to daydream!"He said sharply, "Get back to work!"I stared at him: Jay Lucas, ex-model and owner of the agency that I worked for, and ...he worst boss in the world. He was glaring at me."Every time I come in your office you're staring into space, Connie. What are you doing?"My cheeks burned harshly. I wanted to say, "Even though you're a rude, nasty bastard I find you attractive. And I like to fantasise that you're a cripple - an amputee, actually, and you're so much sweeter and. We knew almost nobody. Melissa was aware that this church wasn't a place for fun so she kept a cool attitude. As long as it wasn't a bunch of stuffy old women and boring 3 hour long sermons. Services we fairly short and didn't really seem to ruffle feathers. The church really seems committed to family and serving those who likewise commit to family. She wore her best dress today. Maybe over kill. We wanted to impress not only the Pastor, but the other families. Her long curly dark hair. “He came on your dress?” James asked in disbelief as he raised an eyebrow.“Yes! Look,” she said, pointing her finger at her dress sprawled across the chair as she fiddled with her undergarments.“Oh Zac,” he sighed as he inspected the stain.“Forget it! I’m not going!” she declared, throwing her hands up in the air.“Brittany settle down, you are too going, we’ll find you something suitable to wear,” James said seriously.“I’m not going,” Brittany said firmly, stamping her foot.James walked over to. We crashed onto her bed and made out like high school teenagers at a drive-in movie. I broke the kiss and started massaging her tits and pinching her nipples. Each time I pinched them, she would arch her back and moan.I being an “ASSMAN” I needed to touch and play with hers. I rolled her over and slowly massaged my way to the object of my attention. As I rubbed, kneaded, and spanked her ass, she pulled her legs apart. Taking the hint, I slowly massaged up her legs and into the inner thigh. I.