11

"I've put him to bed in the room," Andrea said, walking back into the mansion's movie theater.

Amber stared at him shamelessly. The man's hair was wet and tousled. His back was exposed, revealing his well-defined and stocky pectorals, his thick, sturdy legs peeking above the tight, short sleep shorts he was wearing. Amber sighed unconsciously at what it had caused to see her boss like that, her vagina had begun to throb, and her mouth became wet.

"I'm going to report you for harassment," Andrea exclaimed with a half-smile that made the girl's legs begin to shake.

"Don't be silly, Mr. Laureti," she took her eyes away from him and turned her back on him.

"I think you can call me Andrea by now," she spoke into his neck, breathing the fresh scent from the back of his neck.

Amber felt the hairs on her body stand on end. The throbbing in her vagina increased so much that it hurt. She could smell all the smells that came from her boss's body, from shaving cream to perfume of very good qualit