My stockinged legs and my heeled shoes bringing out the best of my twenty year old figure.I made my way to the address, I had a tingling of excitement...in my pussy as I saw the front door of the house. I rang the bell, a man who must of been in his late fifties answered. "Mr Harris" I asked, he smiled and told me to come in. I was a bit shocked to his age, but this only made things seem even more surreall."I hear you have been a naughty girl" he said, I just went with it and said that I had. he. On the other hand I don’t give piano lessons on Saturday. Jesus, he thought, I want her now. But my next lesson is coming soon. And a quickie is only for people do who are really accustomed to each other. “Would you be willing to come early on Saturday mornings, like eight o’clock?”“You know I’m an early riser Garven. How many times have we run into each other at the farmer’s market?”“I thought you might. But I would like to talk with you to get the lay of the land. What would you think about. .. until everyone laughed. Even the only two other woman in the whole office didn't share her disgust but joined in the laughter. One of them jokingly wrote that suggestion on the board. Next to "Give chocolates" was "Blowjobs from Allison", which also found itself in the meeting minutes and it spiraled out of control from there as the site manager approved the idea and Allison's own manager approved her time off from her current tasks.This dumb joke wouldn't die and was ruining her entire. I leaned my head to the side, to check if at least he was enjoying being roughed up. His cock is hard, he moves his head by himself, everything’s okay, a perfect little bitch.I leaned back in my seat, letting him do his thing. He took my cock in one of his hand and caressed my balls with the other. They were big and ready to discharge on his face. Keep calm.“Eight inches, boy. The size of your head. You look beautiful with a cock in your mouth. Arch your back, put your ass in the air, come.