.. if immoral.Subconsciously perhaps, Carolyn had avoided looking at the center stage but now her eyes could avoid it no longer. The blue patterned ca...peting reached from the wall beneath the seats, then a circle of subtle gold about twelve inches wide encircled the raised dais of the stage. The stage itself was raised some six inches above the normal floor level and was carpeted in the same solid royal blue tone of the velour seats and decorations. She didn't bend to touch its texture but she. Why do you think that you are the right person for this job? The interview went on, as expected for about twenty minutes, at which point she pushed her chair back from my desk a little, giving me a view all the way to her feet. Next, while answering my question, she shifted position and her skirt rode up a little more and she spread her legs some. This gave me a look at her freshly shaved pussy that did not have any panties covering it. Let me be frank, Mr. Wilson. I want this job. I am a good. She could feel some caked in her hair and on her face. Fortunately, the stinging in her eyes had abated, no doubt after being cleansed with her tears. She looked between her legs and saw her inner thighs were stained with multiple runny lines of thick, creamy liquid, with a few darker red lines that ran from her groin towards the inside and backs of her thighs and culminating at her knees. She swallowed hard as she felt another mass of gastric juices creep up her throat. Hesitating, she lifted. My erection was sandwiched between us when she plastered her body against mine, giving me a wet kiss. She curled a leg around me and rubbed her pussy on my dick. I savored the feel of her sleek back and cupped her small, tight ass cheeks, squeezing them firmly and pulling them apart.“I saw you checking my butt out that night. Does it feel good?”“Oh yeah.”“Wanna fuck it?”“Yes!”“Get me wet,” she told me, turning and bracing her back against the shower wall. I knelt and held her leg up as I got my.