Once you agree, while we are engaged in this escapade, you must obey me in all particulars. I know that you that will find this stimulating. No, I thi...k that you will find it to be an incredible experience. I know you want to do it. That story you told me was too real."My state of arousal was incredibly high. I began stroking my now almost bursting cock in and out of her very wet, tight pussy. She looked cool and relaxed.In this state of passion, I said, "I agree." As you can imagine, I didn't. " No. Not at all. I don't mind talking about it if you don't." Have you thought very much about it since then?" Sure I have. Wouldn't you, if that were the only time you'd ever had sex with someone else in your life?" Well, yeah, I guess so. I never considered it in those terms. Did it excite you?" Of course it did. I came, didn't I?"Sensing his slightly defensive attitude, Norma played for the lighter side by saying, "Come on, Bobby. You can cum just thinking about sex, can't you." Yeah,. ‘Is something wrong?’ I said, ‘Yes. It’s your room now so it’s also your closet now.’ I started taking my dresses out of it and laying them on the bed. Nancy said, ‘You don’t need to do that. I don’t mind sharing a closet with you.’ I said, ‘Well I do mind. I don’t want to have to come up here to get my clothes out of your closet. It’s your room now so use it.’ She looked at me for a second and said, ‘You aren’t mad?’ ‘No,’ I said. ‘I’m not mad. I said that you could have my old room, remember?. What you would call “professional”. The halter top was stuck to my breasts, the outline of the nipples clearly visible despite the pattern. The black thong underneath. The naked back. The cloth bunching around my butt cheeks. The somewhat immature strappy clear jelly sandals. Yes, this guy for sure wants sex for giving me the job. Think about it. “Make yourself comfortable”, the oldest euphemism in the world. Do I really need the job this bad? Hell, look at your bank account statement, girl..