.”. The words coming out of his mouth tailed off as I started to walk around the table towards him. I was fucking furious that this jumped up little...man could have the cheek to call me missy.I walked right up to him. We were face to face. Toe to toe. His face was now almost white as a sheet.“Don’t you fucking EVER call me that. In fact you will NEVER call me anything other than my name. No missy, no sweet cheeks, no sugar tits, no sweetheart, NOTHING! Samantha is my name and you call me that. I stopped kissing and stood there looking over her very young tight body. I reached out and touched her breast. Squeezing it gently before finding her hard nipple and gave it a gentle tweak. I ran my hand down her side along with the other one and took hold of her skirt and pulled then up hard and swift. Her skirt was around her waist and she was sat there exposed in her little black panties. I took a old of both her legs and walked around the desk spinning her around 180. I let go and she was. She had mid-back length black hair, a killer smile and dancing brown eyes. She also had a very strong hand shake. She just went on and on about how pleased she was to be able to work with me and how she had read everything she could find about me.Did I say she had a killer ass to match the rest of her and there were no rings? I did notice that she had a tongue piercing, I wonder if some boy had been behind that. The word on the street was that kind of piercing improved blow jobs.Patti had a. I told her how much I liked her and how pretty she was, she said we cant its so wrong, then she saw the big bulge in my jeans again and smiled and said I am glad I can cause that it makes me feel good then she rubbed my hard cock through my jeans and let out a little moan and said oh my that feels huge. I put my hands on her breasts and she moaned again then i kissed her again. She pulled back again and said this is so wrong but I need this. She unbuttoned her blouse and took off her bra.