Ms. Kelly was very pretty, with straight blonde hair, creamy white skin, and green eyes. Her breasts were full and round, she was probably a very tight C-cup, or a full D. She was wearing a pinstripe jacket, covering a thin white button up shirt, and a skirt that was just a little bit too tight on her firm thighs.

Just a glance at her thighs and I felt my cock hardening in my shorts again. I moved quickly, slightly hunched so she wouldn't see what my body was doing.

She looked up at me over her small oval glasses and motioned I take a seat. I noticed her blonde hair had been pulled back tightly behind her head, and secured with a little knot with a pencil stuck to the side. I sat down quickly on the leather sofa and waited for her to speak. Within a couple of minutes she finished up looking over the folder, rolled a pencil between her fingers, and said ...

"You do know why your here don't you?".

I nodded my head, my cheeks reddening even deeper.

"And this happened about this time yesterday, is that right?

Again I nodded, saying nothing, looking down and away from her.

"Would you like to talk about this?" She asked, now putting the tip of the pencil eraser to her lips.

"No..I mean..I'd rather not ... if I don't have to" I stammered. God, did she know what she was doing to me? I thought. I was staring at the pencil she was now touching her lips with, she was tracing the outline of her lower lip with the eraser, I was imagining my cock as the pencil when she snapped me back to reality.

"What bothers you more? Being caught or masturbating in public?". She moved her glasses up now and adjusted herself in her chair. Watching as she picked her pencil up again I said .......(cont)