Our Routine

I just loved how Shyla looked at me, as if she even thought about resigning, what with her being the sole support from her aged mother.

“You know that I can’t afford to resign!” Then as if it was a reread script between us, “Can’t you just overlook my indiscretion, I’m sure by now that I have paid for that perfume in full!”

“Now how would that prevent you doing something similar again Shyla?” God she hated when I
used her name in this office, especially while barely dressed. As it was I didn’t say anything else, just motioned with my eyes for her to do what she knew I was waiting for.

Resigned to her fate, Shyla sank to her knees in front of me, where my hard was already out of my pants. I pulled the tail of my shirt up so she didn’t have anything blocking her full access to taking my cock in her mouth and sucking like she knew I loved her to do.

She closed her eyes, grasped my shaft close to the base of it and licked the tip, getting it nice and wet. Without me saying anything she quit licking the tip and took my entire head into her mouth.

I bit my lower lip rather than give her any idea of just how much I loved her mouth on my cock. With her not opening her eyes, it was easy to only use facial expressions to show my satisfaction. It probably would have been more but she always managed to somehow turn in just a way so that her tits never made contact with my pant shrouded legs.

But today she did something a little different. She worked her right arm into the small of her back, really making her tits just out. If I wasn’t holding the tail of my shirt up I would have bent down and grabbed a handful of tit and start to use her tit as a stress relief toy!

As it was I dropped the tail of my shirt over her hand and my shaft, signaling to Shyla that I was ready to take out time together to a different level!