She let her eyes linger on the curvaceous outline of his quads, and hamstrings. Her gaze and touch had an artist's perception. She had a cougar's appr...ciation of such a fabulous display of testosterone and sculpted flesh, hardened in the forge of a longstanding work ethic. She was slow and sensuous as she began to caress him more ardently. Her movements seem to reflect in all present a sense of growing arousal and excitement. Their faces were more animated. Their breathing seemed deeper. The. Why you wanted to pick up my dog on our way back here. So I’d have no reason to leave you,’ I breathed. My soft laugh turned into a gasp as I felt his hands against my skin, sliding under my shirt to caress my hardening nipples through the lace of my bra. ‘Is that what you think?’ He pressed his forehead against mine, our noses touching, and I closed my eyes so I could focus on what his hands were doing under my shirt. I nodded, breathing shallowly, heart racing. ‘Well maybe the thought. Good thing you got there early to fill out the application.You are led to a small interview room with a large mirror on one of the walls. You aren't sure, but you suspect that you are being watched from the other side. Well enough, you will present the most reasonable performance that you can. The chair they indicate is anchored to the floor, and is oddly shaped to fully surround your body. The receptionist tells you that the interviewer will be in shortly, but in the meantime you are directed. ”Finally, the door opened, and she pulled me inside. I was still rubbing myself as she pushed me against the wall and let the door close behind me. For a moment, we stared at each other, unsure what would happen next. Then she lunged forward and kissed me deeply. My knees almost gave out, but she was still pressing me against the wall.“Oh god,” I gasped, breaking our kiss after what might have been days, but probably only seconds. “I need you. Please. Please.”She was breathing hard, and her.