Kaylee Hartung

"Mister Doe, you have another appointment coming in," you hear your receptionist say as you look through your appointment book, not seeing anything in the coming hours.

"She just showed up. a Miss Hartung. Kaylee Hartung. I can tell her to come back later?" she asks you, not wanting to add any more to your already busy schedule.

"Send her in," you tell her, followed a few seconds later by Kaylee bounding in in a tight blue shirt, with the top two buttons strategically undone, and tight black pants.

"Kaylee, come on in. I have nothing pressing at the minute, so I have all the time in the world for you," you tell her, trying to hide how smitten you are with her as she shakes your hand and sits down on your couch.

"This is a nice place you have here John. I've heard an awful lot about it, and you, from some of my reporter friends," she tells you, seeming to suggest she'd be willing to do anything you asked of her.

"Oh really Kaylee? All good, I hope," you ask her as she smiles at you again, causing your cock to stir a little in your pants as she begins to answer you.