Paul Verlaine, his life--his work

The attractive thirty-two-year-old secretary had been working for him for over ten years, and this was the first time he'd ever noticed how shapely her legs were. As Shirley walked back to the desk, Paul glanced up from her bare thighs to her curved hips. He momentarily wondered if his blonde secretary was all hot and juicy between her legs like Amber had been last night. The usually composed man had never been so shaken in his life. His cock was throbbing wildly in his pants as his eyes moved up to the big, full tits. The deep cleavage was so deliciously exposed by the low neckline of her dress. This was the first time Paul Goodman had really noticed his beautiful secretary. "Are you all right, Mr. Goodman?" asked Shirley, seeing the strange expression on his face. "Oh, yes… yes," be sputtered, trying to regain his self-control. Clutching the edge of his desk, Paul was conscious of how wildly his prick was throbbing in the tight confines of his pants. "Are you sure?" she asked, seeing the glazed look in his eyes. "Yes, Shirley, I'm all right," he stammered. "I was just thinking how beautiful you are." "Oh, thank you, Mr ...»