“It feels like you’re ready for another go.”I could feel his pre-cum drip onto my fingers.“Oh God yes… I want you… I want to be inside you...again.”I slid up his body and straddled him, sitting on his stomach. Again, my mouth met his and I pushed my large breasts into his chest. I wanted to use every inch of my body to turn him on. I wanted him to remember this… remember me… for the rest of his life. “Tell me you want me,” I purred lustfully.“I want you… I want you so bad,” he moaned into my. I dial the number into my phone and click "new message."Hi Corinne, my name is Laken. I'm interested in learning more about the personal assistant job you posted. Is it still available?I'm sure that this job is taken, or that whoever Corinne is must be weird. Or an uptight bitch. Would she even hire me with my tattoos?I get up from my computer to go make some lunch. The sun is shining outside of the kitchen window and I start to get lost in my thoughts when I hear my phone vibrate. New text. Started talking about subject and blablabla…. she gave her contact number then said we will be in touch and then we bid good bye .In the mean while we started chating , used to share all college stories .. then we decided to travel to home togethr . She booked my ticket both side-lower and side-upper . we got into train exchanged plesentries then chatted for some time till dinner. Now every one started to sleep we sat facing each-other . Since it was winter season there is lot of cold in north. Clancy was a rather obnoxious black man that had openly hit on her once at one of his famous pool parties. Joe was slowly getting her to loosen up and dress sexier which she did to make him happy, but quite frankly, she did not care for the added male attention. Her breasts always attracted men's interest, but once she switched to form fitted shirts and men saw her actual body, the attention was growing to almost annoying proportions.Twice now Joe had talked her into going overboard in her.