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mentioned before, its only assets were the large desk and the
locked door. The walls were paper thin. Since I generally cum
loudly and frequently, after contemplation, I decided I had %s better
While Herman beamed away, I began my research on the Mac.
Discretion was the key word. Herman was very protective of his
little apples. The actual programming was done at home thanks to a
Mac on loan from a friend. (When it comes to programming, I am very
patient.) Finally, after weeks of debugging, I was able to write
and load a nifty little program that would render the Mac
server useless for the hour or so I hoped I needed.
After what had %s seemed eons, the day of execution arrived. This
was not exactly the type of program you could Beta test so I just
crossed my fingers and hoped I could prove my father proud.
Although we were definitely running on the same track, I
didn't want Alex to suffer cardiac arrest. In preparation for what
was to come, I strolled into his office humming the tune of My
Favorite Things from the Sound of Music. When I began to sing my
lyrics to the song, a broad grin crossed his face. (If this is
beginning to sound like a scene from an Indian movie, you're
Guys in tight bike pants, their crotches a-bulgin'
Wet, hot, slick, hard skin, and secrets divulgin'
A story 'bout Suzy-Q, oh what a scene,
These are a few of my favorite things
Guys in blue denim, their lashes a blazin'
One with his pants off, his size is amazin'!
A horse with a hard on suspended by strings *
These are a few of my favorite things
When the clap hits, when his pud drops, and I need it bad
I simply remember my favorite things, and then I don't feel so
* This line inserted in honor of Catherine the Great, and the new
After my vocal recount of MY favorite things there wasn't much
resistance (none, maybe?) when I knelt down in front of him and
unzipped his jeans. Having waited for what seemed centuries, I
immediately began to savor the contents. As my tongue rolled around
the head of his penis, in a voice tempered with both ecstasy and
"Jesus, Clarissa, we can't do this here."
Before the not to worry reassurance crossed my lips both of us
heard a shaken Herman pounding his fists on a nearby keyboard.
Putting two and two together Alex began laughing so uncontrollably
that I found it my civic duty to silence him. Retaking appendage in
mouth I began to suck it for all it was worth.
Not being slow on the uptake, Alex slid his hands into my
blouse and discovered I was not wearing a bra. In fact, since it
was a special occasion I had %s dispensed with all underwear. Taking
this as his cue, with a quick switch of positions we found
ourselves on his large Steelcase desk. He began by running his
tongue along the curve of my small but well formed breast, and down
...(to be continued)
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