I know I can do it, Sir and I know that I can be a good secretary and assistant to you. I have some experience in being a personal assistant working w...th my father - in an unofficial capacity of course. "My father was a military man, a Brigadier General, and I would come in and help organize his files and keep his appointments and meetings straight. I also learned how to take care of his personal needs - things like making sure his uniforms were perfect and that he had coffee and cigars at the. Some of the ones I feared seemed to appear for an instant and I started to take a step back. In a few moments, I was wrapped in the arms of a beautiful young woman, as she ran to me.The shock set in then, and I went limp in her arms, causing us both to fall to the ground as I started to weep. Yeah, I know, I am a pussy for crying, but there were so many conflicting emotions fighting for control of the moment. Worries of the aftermath of my actions and what they may mean for Amenthia’s. Grayson sat on the couch and patted next to him. I sat down on his left side."Closer," he said.I scooted."Good." He placed his left hand on top of my right thigh.We watched an old sitcom. He laughed but I didn't understand most of what he thought was funny. Toward the end of the show, he placed my right hand on his cock. He was hard again and my hand naturally wrapped around it. It felt warm and it pulsed often like it had a heartbeat. It made me feel happy holding it and my aches went away. I moved off her as our breathing returned to normal.My hands stroked and caressed her breasts, stomach and belly, sides and upper legs.Within seconds, she was snoring. Long day I guess.I laid back on the pillow and I too fell asleep.Sounds and bright sun shining into our room awakened me about 6:00.Sandra was on her side facing away from me and I was nestled behind her, spooning.I had a boner between her legs and it was demanding release.I reached over her thigh, found her pussy and commenced.