Boss lady-3

“That is so sweet, Tim!” she said, inching still closer. “And to think that you were calling me “cunt” not so very long ago. What a transformation. Do you still have those angry feelings?”

“Sometimes.”

“And?”

“Well, Ma’am, there are times when good-looking women get to places they don’t deserve. Just wave their pussy in the boss’s face, and expect something in return. I’m just telling you how I feel as you asked me to, Ma’am.”

“No. That’s perfect, Tim. I need to know the depths of your hatred before I can change it into something useful for the women of the world. I see that you will need rigorous training. Are you willing to take that on?”

“Jenna. Ms Jenna… I belong here with you. You know what a loser I am – how I harbor hatred towards women simply because I’ve been outdone by them. I need help.”

Jenna raised her right leg and d****d it over my shoulder. As she shifted herself into a comfortable position, I could feel the warm flesh of her thigh against my cheek. Now, of course, the odor from her loins wafted freely into my nostrils.