Recent Blog: HEELS AND HOES HEELSANDHOES.COM knew if I told my boss how she had managed to convince me, I could probably swing it easy. Of course, he would probably want to be 'convinced' as well ... or maybe he'd like to watch Jean convincing me again ¡V I knew he liked that kind of stuff.
She nodded, slowly, sheepishly. 'You'll never tell anyone, will you?'
'Our secret', I said, as I thought of the people I was certainly going to be sharing this little secret with. I felt like a real bastard; I felt guilty; I felt liberated by my own wickedness.
She sat back down in her seat, never taking her eyes from my thick cock. I moved closer, virtually pushing it into her face.
She licked around hr lips, moistening them. Her eyes seemed to be moistening as well.
I faltered. My nerve was breaking. I put a hand on her shoulder. She did not respond.
She did not look up. She seemed mesmerised by the swollen head of my cock. She spoke slowly as if the words had difficulty emerging.
'I really don't want to do this, Sir. It's nasty of you to try to make me like this.'
I was getting annoyed with her. She was wasting time and I was keen to feel her unwilling mouth sucking on me.
'Suck it, Jean. And make it good, if you want to keep your job.'
'Oh, Sir', she whispered, almost inaudibly. I don't know if it was meant to be some kind of plea, but I paid no attention, anyway.
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