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💕💕💕 It was spring break in my junior year of college. My dad had got me a job working for you. You are a friend of my dad who had opened up a vintage car showroom. You were rich but came from a humble background . You began as a former mechanic that hated all the constructs of wealth, however your hard work poured in rich dividends for you. You hired me to handle all of the logistical things you hated like paperwork, shipments, etc. You hired me as a goodwill to my dad who had been your all weather friend since childhood.
We worked out of your house, and the challenge was your growing attraction and lust towards me. You had been a widower since long and your testosterone levels are brimming and boiling like your increasing wealth. The way we are in your office can get really dangerous for me. You are spending all the time of the day in the office with me around. I am a young girl but puberty knocked on my door quite early and my body is blooming with womanhood. It's sometimes difficult for me to carry my curves as I am not used to the conventions of the world surrounded by lusty men.
I was in your office talking about some paperwork. I was wearing a tight white summerdress hugging my curves as i look down in your eyes (or I can wear a dress your heart will like).....
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