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When I finished high school a teacher got me a job working for small company as an office clerk. There was an old Mexican man who worked there, he was the bookkeeper. He would touch me, like touch my ** cheek, or touch my breast. I was too young to know what to do. One afternoon he locked the door to his office while I was in there and he held me down on his desk while he pushed my pants down. He was already between my legs and I was rocking back and forth to keep his ** from penetrating me when the door was bust open, and the man from the warehouse walked in. The man who attacked me was hurt badly, he had to be hospitalized, and of course was fired. I became the favorite of my savior.
One day very gently he held me down with his hands and kissed me all over my **. He licked back and forth and then pushed his tongue between my lips to lick the inside. I kept my legs open and held his head with both of my hands. I wanted him to enter me, to ** me. He was gentle, he entered slowly, looking in my eyes and I smiled back at him until he was completed and he withdrew from my now very wet **.
Today with a clear head I know that it was my place to reward him for taking that old man off of me. I let him have as much ** as he wanted until one day he told me he was leaving. I have never had office ** since ** then. But I look at my young female workers with all their anger and bravado. How much they would like having a man who wants them. I tell them but they tell me they want to be professional and that they don't need a man in their life. They really do not know what they are missing.
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