Do you want me to go on?”“No, Ma’am,” Bernard responded as respectfully as he could. She had evidently had a stressful day. It was clear that ...he would need little excuse to take out her frustrations on Bernard.His supervisor was a bulky woman. The weather had been hot and Bernard couldn’t avoid noticing the sweat stains spreading out under the armpits of her blouse. A half-eaten pork pie sat on a plate on her desk. Knowing her enthusiasm for food, Bernard guessed that its unfinished state was. I had to ask for a break. I had reached my threshold of consecutive pulses from the laser on a sensitive spot. During breaks I asked questions and tried to calm my nerves. I think I took a break with every four to five pulses when it was on a sensitive area. As each series of pulses were finished I was massaged lightly where the laser had just been. I asked if I was bleeding from the procedure at all, thinking back to the times when waxing had drawn blood from me and wondering why she was. I turned on the TV and started watching it trying to concentrate. But I found it very hard to do as I could still feel Devon's eyes horning in on my tits.Devon, noticing that I had gone into living room and was sitting on the couch, finished eating his food. He couldn't stop himself from staring at my tits though. He felt his mouth watering as he wanted so badly to just go over and start sucking on them so he could feel my hard little nipples in between his lips."No damnit. I'm going to wait". We got out to my car and spent a few minutes feverishly making out before going to dinner. We had a quiet table together where we chatted, caught up, and where she rubbed her foot up and down my leg, making me even more turned on then I was before. We decided to skip the movie and just go right back to her room.Unfortunately for us, when we got there, there was a note on the dry erase board. It was just a little something that no one would look twice at, except that we knew better. It was what.