She came back wearing an old oversize T-shirt and a pair of jeans that were maybe just a little bit too tight. She looked at me. "Will this work?"I lo...ked at her and I smiled. She had that 'adorable ragamuffin' thing down pat. We really did paint a bedroom. At the end of the day, she went home with dabs of paint on her arms, on the T-shirt, on the jeans, and on the do-rag we'd tied over her shiny, short brown hair. Not visible was the forty dollars in her back pocket.The end of August brought. I think Im going to have to take care of this, she muttered to herself. Jenna took off her jeans, panties and her shirt and jumped onto her bed. Ohh, Ryan, she said softly, her voice full of lust. Please give me your cock, I need it. She spread her legs and reached down to rub her clit with her right hand. Her left hand went to one of her boobs and squeezed it gently, rubbing her index finger across her hard brown nipple. She arched her back to better feel her finger on her clit and imagined. It was not quite lunch time, so I caught a cab to the office. This was one of my favorite units to audit because the CFO was very yummy. He was tall, built like an NFL linebacker, always tan and had a gorgeous smile. It was also apparent that he was attracted to me. I announced myself at the front desk and the receptionist called the Controller to let her know I was here. These audits normally started with a conference with the Controller and the CFO, and ended the same way, but. How about you loan me that car for the duration. I bet I can fix the carburetor before I'm done with it."Jean laughed again and George extended his hand for another bonecrushing handshake. Bobby surprised him by being exceptionally gentle."You are going to need those hands intact, George. I hope you are ready for the course. I assume you will master it like you do everything so I hope I'm not creating a monster." Bobby said. Chapter 8: An Officer And A GentlepersonBobby semi-moved in. Between.