Secretary

“No, no, no,” he said in that soft, insistent voice, “make it sexy. Show me how much you want me. Show me how much you want me to milk those big, aching tits. You know how badly you want me to suck you, to slurp it all up, get it all out. Show me how much you want it.”

This guy actually wants me to strip for him. Why does he think I’m sexy? Why does he want me anyway? Sandy wondered to herself, almost afraid that he was just joking with her, just playing with her emotions. She was afraid that as soon as she relaxed, Mr. Madisen was just going to start laughing.

In spite of the nerves and fear, Sandy could not stop herself. Almost without thinking, her hips started to sway from side to side. Slow little gyrations at first, as she slid the zipper. Doesn’t matter, she thought, it just doesn’t matter. I haven’t felt this good in... I don’t even know how long. She had, she realized, wanted Mr. Madisen for quite some time. But now, there was no simple want anymore. All of Sandy’s desire, al