Footsteps. They sounded confident - old-fashioned leather soles on the wooden floor. A man appeared in front of her; big, lean and in a dark suit. Goo... - a small guy would have had to be smart. The Boss.“Sei italiano?” The first suit had reported her accent to him. His accent was American! This was a bonus. Someone with Italian roots, or connections at least.“Si. Sono venuto a proporre alcuni affari, con la persona che possiede la barca,” she spoke quickly.He looked down at her while clearly he. " Oh, I never would have thought of that." Aren't you glad you have me around then?" Trust me, that's not the only reason." I held her in her arms and we kissed, until Ornelas' harrumphing signaled for us to leave.We had finished with the 'demonstrations, ' so we separated in the hallway. I went to math class. It turned out that I was a little behind on the work from the last two days, so to catch me up Mrs. Maes had me demonstrate problems on the overhead projector. It didn't help with my math. She did dress quite conservative, never one to show off and was even embarassed by any other men taking notice of her, she had been hit on several time at work but just laughed it off one day she was talking to a coworker, Ann, she was in her late 20s and very friendly to Jen, Jen mentioned how she might like to date but not sure where or how to meet men.Ann told her she met her boyfriend on a dating site and would help her set up a profile,so they planned to meet that night after work and set. I remained still for a moment and savored the incredible feeling of being inside her body. Then I began fucking her with a slow, steady rhythm. Paula matched my movements as it felt so good that neither of us wanted it to end to quickly. Paula wanted to watch the penetration so I kept my weight off of her body so she could see my cock sliding in and out of her pussy. We stayed like this for some time, fucking slowly with Paula laying back and circling her hips. Then another orgasm passed.