Stephanie let out a small cry of pain. I kissed her and said, “I’m sorry.” She sighed and whispered back, her soft breath hot against my ear, he... lips moist, “I’m not. I’m a woman now. Please, I need you to go deeper. It feels so good to have you filling me up.” I moved deeper and deeper a half inch at a time. Stephanie’s body would tense and I would wait for her to relax. She would tense again and I would wait again. It seemed like forever and it was the most erotic sensation feeling her young. Happily, I would guess since none of them seems the least bit inclined towards the odd sexual lesion in the janitor's closet. I really can't blame them. That closet smells bad.Julie came into my office on Monday. She handed me her papers stating she was to be my new secretary. Mrs. Jenkins had finally retired after thirty years. Her replacement was young, nice to look at and her figure didn't hurt any."Julie Summers," I said reading her into sheet."Yes, Sir Mr. Lewis." I like the Mr. You would. Scott thanked her for being the fine lady she was and for spending her time with him. Smiling at her and making sure she could see his eyes going up and down her he said she had showed him some very beautiful things which caused her to giggle.Scott wished her continued success in her political career. He told her he knew she would be a good President which was what her country needed.Isabel thanked him for saying that and told him he was always welcome to come back here. She said he should. The entire exchange took place in the blink of an eye, unbeknownst to the young lady in the bed."That makes sense." Darren told her, reaching for his wallet. "Perhaps this will make up, in some small measure, for what your previous employer failed to pay you. I'd offer you a ride back to the States, but I don't think your leg would stand up to the g-forces of suborbital flight."He tossed a handful of US hundred dollar bills on the bed. Stella picked them up, stacked them carefully, and handed.