Ziminski glared at my dad. "Is true," he replied."Do you really think my son," my dad waved his hand at me, "would be stupid enough to bully your boy?...My son weighs 120 pounds, for god's sake."Mr. Ziminski looked like he was ready to explode. "I sue you," he snarled and snatched the papers from my dad's hands and got right in his face. My dad is not much bigger than I am, but he met Mr. Ziminski's glare with one of his own."Do what you feel you have to do," my dad said, very quietly.For a. “Mitchell. Come in please,” he said into the hall. The first thing I noticed was his broad chest. Then I saw the arms, which were barely containing his biceps. He was wearing a T-shirt and jeans. I looked down to conceal my awe at seeing such a fit young body here at work. He was wearing red leather cowboy boots and I smiled at this quirky expression of style before I looked up into his green eyes. He was smiling at me, obviously very used to getting female attention for his looks. Brian. Her eyes were glazed, in a world of her own. She was coated in sticky cum, and as she looked at me, she licked her lips and smiled, looking very pleased with herself.God, she was a dirty little bitch! That was way beyond my expectations! As I came down from my climax, I thought to myself that I needed to teach her a lesson. I needed to take the initiative back!I turned to her.‘Sam, you are a very, very, bad girl! - That was very naughty indeed! Don’t look so pleased with yourself, you dirty. I sit down next to him and had some small talk. He started rubbing my thigh and I started to rub his. Every time I would rub thigh his robe would open more and more exposing his cock more and more. He asked if I was ready and I said absolutely. He told me to get on my knees in front of him and he untied the robe. I finally got to see his whole cock and thought it looked amazing. I crawled over and gently took it in my hand and started to stroke it. I loved feeling it get hard in my hand. I.