Brandon ends up needing pens or pencils daily and chews the hell out of them, still annoying that I got them back all spitted up but at least not the ...ails right?Skip ahead , now a few weeks ago I am assigned to work with Brandon on another project. I have acquired a dirty habbit of my mid day breaks but this has been less stressful work and I've taken somewhat of a hault. That was until one day Brandon borrowed my mechanical eraser. It was almost out of eraser, and I watched him click it up. We were made to admire and it’s flattering to me. Sigh, I thought I had bombed this. She slid her shoes off and said her heels kill her feet by days end, and we talked a little more about the position. She informed me they were a diverse company and there were a variety of people here from all walks of life, and ask if that would be problematic. Not at all, variety keeps the world interesting. Nice reply she says. With that she asked if I worked better for a man or woman? I can work for either. She kneeled down and pulled his pants the rest of the way off, but left his underwear on, running both hands up the insides of his thighs she stared intently at his hardness straining to be let loose.As her hands moved up his hips and to the waistband of his underwear, he lifted his hips to help her pull them off. His frustration clear as she her hands kept going and lightly stroked across his lower stomach.She dipped her head to his lap and tickled the tip of his cock with the tip of her. Now be a good girl and make me a fresh cup, yeah?"She didn't reply to that, and I knew she was already hard at it. I had hand-picked her from among the bureau staff because she was one of the few who had finally survived the ordeal, a real good shot, and very keen on voicing her personal opinions, which could be easily discerned from the fact that I could see her through the glass pane, pouring actual dirt from a pot plant into the coffee machine.I returned my focus to the briefing report.