"Your boss? Really?" She turned to me, an amused glint in her eye. "Are you really her boss?" From the way she said it, I concluded she thought I was ...oo young to be anyone's boss."No, not really. We work together, but she really works for my Dad. He runs our company. He sent me along to make sure Joyce had whatever she needed to get the information my Dad wanted." I see. You came just for some information then? You didn't come here to sign a shipping contract with us?" I still felt like she. ”Here or in the grass.” He insisted. “You owe me Slut or Angel if you wish.”“I owe you…Well I suppose the grass would be better.” She said wondering why she agreed to…”I must be crazy!” She thought as she let him lead her off the path. The patch of grass was under in the shade of a large oak tree. When they reached the middle of it Stripe, let go of her hand and stepped back. “Don’t take your shoes off just the dress, please.” He licked his lips and tugged his whiskers.Angel couldn’t help. After school one day, I was walking home and saw Trudy just ahead of me, so I caught up to her and started talking about school and such. She smiled and seemed to put a bounce in her step as we walked and talked. Just before reaching her house, I asked if she would like to see a movie this weekend and she said that sounded great, so we set a time for me to pick her up and we talked about what movie to see. That Friday evening, I showed up with my car and we headed for the movie theater in town.. I could see through my eyelashes that he was trying to see if I am sleeping. So I gathered all my acting talent and pretended my best to be asleep. I even forced my breath to be long and deep, which was incredibly hard considering that I just played with myself frantically. But apparently he bought it. Because he got out from under his covers and pulled his shorts, along with boxers down. Fuck…Someone upstairs is definitely trying to make me sin. He grabbed his beautiful, long, hard cock in his.