The toast popped up and she grabbed a clean plate. She put the toast on the plate and sliced off a pat of butter on each slice. The eggs were done, so...she put them on the plate too, with a quick shake of salt and a quick shake of pepper. Her pussy started twitching and squeezing my dick again."Oh it's gonna be close, baby! I can feel it! Oooh wee!"The bacon needed to cook some more, so she flipped the strips over. I grabbed her hips again, and we both got in the same rhythm of her bouncing on. Jack appeared to be about 45 years old and I noticed right away that he was a bit full of himself. He was very taken aback that I was being assigned to him. I reached out to shake his hand and basically got a cold stare in return.I decided to do the ‘nerdy’ thing and just stand there dumbly with my hand out, hoping he would eventually shake it, so I could start getting into this asshole’s head.Sam cleared his throat loudly, which gave Jack the hint that he was being an ass. Begrudgingly, he. Not here. Her hands slide up my thigh and I find myself nodding my head; I want her to touch my sex so badly, wanting her to cup it, stroke it and push her finger up it. I want to feel her inside me.My body shudders at the touch but it’s over in a femtosecond. A quantum of interaction that is far too short. But she touched it; wetting her finger as she drew it over my sex. The same brief interaction scrapes over my tummy, touches my nipple and then strokes the underside of my chin like one. I didn't need that much time. Almost from the beginning, I could see the native skill of the girl. She understood systems, saw what was happening on the machine, learned from comparing one system to another, then made some deductions. She wasn't bashful or hesitant. Better still, she wasn't often wrong in her assumptions. She had an analytical brain, and it got to the heart of the problem quickly. The truth was, given some experience, she would be better at this job than I am.I knew I was going.