Recent Blogs: TUG JOBS left the room in a swirl of hips and curves, twirling her long pearl necklace absentmindedly in one hand, stack of papers tucked under her arm. As she walked down the hallway, high heels clicking, Johnny couldn't help but notice the lines that ran up the backs of her stockings; little backseam lines that went all the way up and under the hem of her tight leather skirt. When she disappeared around the corner, Johnny closed the door, then quickly dropped his pants to change into the swimsuit.
The problem was that his dick had developed to a full, raging hard-on. Johnny tried to tuck his whang into the tight swimsuit, then looked at himself in the full-length mirror on the wall of Mrs. Hanson's office; there was no hiding the fact that he was now officially sporting a full-fledged boner. If he tried to tuck it up to lay flat against his lower belly, the head of his cock stuck right out the waistband of the swimsuit. If he tried to fold it down to conceal it, the impudent thing bulged out. He turned sideways to check out just how much it bulged out in front, leaning back on her desk, and wouldn't you fucking know it? At that exact moment Mrs. Hanson burst in the door of the office.
