His hands came up and caressed me at the bottom of my spine, and smalldickmagazine
I half-jokingly mimicked a passionate grind against his thighs. He rubbed both hands over the back of my ass and really seemed to
be getting turned on. A nervous chuckle started in my throat, but
I swallowed it in a gulp.
"All right," I said. "I'll try to remember." I already had the necessary
prescriptions, provided by a Doctor client of mine. "You do know that with
hormones instead of implants you'll have to be patient.
He hid behind his paper. Things were moving a little fast for him, obviously. "It's very nice, but don't you think that scent is a little heavy for work?" I
asked him.
He smalldickmagazine replied in the affirmative. I made a smart remark about
not having any pockets. He laughed and carefully checked me out.
I told him his face needed more drama, a more lively expression. Of course he'd forgotten it was there by the time he returned to the bank. He
was still wearing it, I saw, when he arrived home that evening and opened his
Wall Street Journal to wait for dinner.
