" What has that got to do with it? Just what is the job?" Personal assistant." You are probably right then. I haven't done any typing since high schoo...." Personal assistants don't type; I have secretaries for that stuff." What does a personal assistant do?" Waits on me hand and foot. She takes care of all the little odds and ends that tend to clutter up an already too busy schedule. Follows along behind me with a pad and pen to make notes, reminds of appointments and meetings, sees to it that. "I've got no messages from her. Ihaven't gotten a message from her since - oh shit." What?" I blocked your phone yesterday morning." Why would you do that?" This was before everything. She had your phone and I thought she was apsycho stalker." She should be home soon right?"* * *NicoleIt took way too long to get from my last class back to my apartment.Between that market in the quad and all of the, "welcome back to class"events going on in my path, I had to cut through large crowds of. All she wanted was to feel his large presence within her. ‘Practice,’ she thought, ‘practice and patience.’ A moment later she withdrew, gave his head a kiss and a lick, breathed enough to last and went down again, this time scratching his balls again while she rocked on the bed, letting her throat stroke his flesh. ‘Jesus Christ, Mei! God that’s good.’ She hummed in contentment. It was so fine to be giving. So good to know it pleased him. And as a plus she found it exhilarating to be so full. "The fact that Corporal Sandy was already down on her knees attending to my below belt needs impressed on me the seriousness with which she approached her duties. She had me popped right inside her saliva dripping mouth so fast that I barely had time to consider the prospect of using the new brunette for a quick before sleep hard up the bum exercise to relax me for a good night's sleep. I was always partial to brunettes and Corporal Sandy who was dirty blonde did her best to bring my fantasies.