“You can go change in one minute. XXX She brushed her black hair over hair and flattened her skirt against her. Don’t make me feel bad for having to do my job!” he said with a reassuring smile. She was lost in the moment gasping and moaning hands gripping the front ledge of the desk for dear life. She smiled briefly at the compliment. Mine for the shaping, the taking and the ravishing! He knew this was not a normal situation for them, but in a moment of shame analytical thinking shuts down, and he knew her brain was dwelling over the embarrassment of the moment and picking up on the emotional cues of the conversation rather than the details of the words themselves.




















