Recent Blogs: VIP CREW quite alright. It's after five-thirty on a Friday. Nobody's going to come around." Mrs. Hanson went behind her desk and Johnny was treated to the view of Mrs. Hanson's round ass as she bent over to rummage through a drawer. "I've got to take some papers down to Mr. Snotgrass's office, so you can change in here while I'm gone." She seemed to be having some difficulty retrieving whatever it was she was after, and knelt down, then turned. Johnny had to lean over the desk to maintain eye contact with Mrs. Hanson as she looked up over her reading glasses at him.
The view down the front of Mrs. Hanson's cardigan was incredible; her brassiere was now almost entirely visible, the rounded tops of her globes spilling over the black lace trim of her bra made his hardening cock throb. "Is this okay with you?" she asked with a sweet smile.
Johnny was not exactly sure what she meant; changing in her office, or the view from above? He just nodded; it seemed he was somehow temporarily unable to speak.
