Normally it’s just the usual crowd of guys but several weeks ago a big heavy set African guy in his mid 30’s kept going past me and looking at me ...ut of the corner of his eye. After about his third walk past I gave him little smile. When I could see him coming down the hall the next time I got up and slowly walked around the corner into the next hallway so he could catch up and stood against the wall. He came round the corner walked towards me smiled and said “Hi”. Told him “Hi cutie” and. Reading your thoughts, he slides his body up yours, rubbing his hard long cock softly across your belly up to your breasts which are wet from his kisses. You squeeze your breasts together and he slides his cock between them, back and forth. You watch it move, and see how big the end of his thick cock is. Then one of your hands takes hold of his cock and pulls it towards your lips. He holds your head and you open your lips to lick it, the tip with the opening, and then down his long length. Any sexual encounter with Marcus is great, although I have a few rules, like no slapping or leaving any marks. “Come to my office around 2pm. Dress up in a dress and heels,” his text reads. Marcus had a thing for feet, pantyhose, stockings and high heels. That gives me an hour. So, I change out of my tekkies and jeans and put on a nice dress that I didn’t need to wear a bra with. I also put on some sexy high-heels and finish off my make-up with lip-gloss. At 2pm, I knock on his office door. I. Relieved, she keyed the intercom and spoke into her headset. "A Mr. Paulus Hooke is here to see you sir"The heavy oak door slid open silently and, without a second glance at the secretary, Hooke walked into Bobby's richly appointed office. His job as a "solo", a hired gun for the rich and immoral, had led him to appreciate the finer things in life. His practiced eye casually appraised the understated opulence of the politician's office. He relished the smell of expensive cigars and the way his.