This had given Jessica a reputation for being an ice queen, but she did not care so long as she was successful.Her level of prestige also demanded a h...gher standard of professionalism. While her team scoured the remote desert near the Persian Gulf in shorts and tank tops, she reserved herself to a white polo and khaki pants. This was not due to a lack of body confidence. Dr. Anderson had a tall limber frame fron years of long hikes to archeological dig sites, and her b-cup breasts and ass were. She was insatiable, curious, and fearless in exploring sex in every way. She was fully aware of the power she held, too. She could turn me on with just a look and have me stupid in no time flat. That seemed to amuse her for some reason.But the strangest part of our relationship, the part that had me thinking, was how Cassie wanted to be treated. I found it contrary to all my mores and difficult to understand. When it came to sex she had a submissive streak in her that I couldn't come to grips. I moaned "Ooooohhhh yeah, that feels so good". She took me deep all the way. She rolled her lips forward and slid her tounge on the bottom of my cock letting out a gasp for air and she pulled up sucking all the way. She started sucking back and forth hard and easy rubbing my balls and then stroking the bottom part of my cock shaft with her hand. As her head went down she pulled her hand toward her mouth I felt my cock starting to throb in her mouth.I felt it starting to build and knew I was not. I was in a state of arousal and my lack of underwear made the tops of my thighs shine with my vaginal lubrication, as my labia slid deliciously against each other, massaging my swollen clitoris, and producing more lubrication, by the top of the flight of stairs I was in the throes of an orgasmic state.The door was ajar, and as I pushed into the room, the air was thick with the stench of fresh semen. I held my nose high, like a wine connoisseur, sniffing in the pungency of aromas emitted with.