I had just started a new job at a fancy boutique and needed to be brought up to speed on the procedures.

All training took place after-hours, so customers wouldn’t be disturbed while shopping. Not that I minded — the manager was the hottest-looking guy I’d seen in ages. He was tall, dark, and built for sex.

I arrived at the boutique at 6 P.M., and he asked if I was ready to get down to business. All I could think about was getting fucked, and I felt my pussy getting wet. I tried to put a stop to these thoughts, but every time he moved close to show me how to write up orders and run credit cards, I just got hotter and wetter. He seemed to be completely aware of my increasingly aroused state. After about 45 minutes, he said it was time to practice showing merchandise to customers.

We walked... Leer Más