Do Anything for Manager - 2

Brittany shuffled forward slightly, placed her hands on my knees, and looked up at me. Her khaki pants were on the floor cushioning her knees, and she was wearing a cheeky pair of black underwear. “You know I meant what I said earlier, right?” she said with a grin. “I don’t want you to leave. I will do anything to keep you here.” Her face suddenly got more solemn. “But if you want to leave, I understand completely. You could leave right now and I wouldn’t hold it against you.”

I was quiet for a second. “At this moment, I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be,” I said. This may sound corny in retrospect, but I meant it with every bone in my body.

Actually, I take it back. It’s not corny. I still feel that way as I type this.

“Good,” Brittany said with a small laugh. I’d seen her tits bounce when she laughed before, but seeing them bare in front of me was almost too much to bear. My hard cock was showing through my pants at this point, and it was obvious. “May I?” she asked, pointing to