She decided ta say nothing. He probably didn't mean anything by it. And besides she didn't want to make him angry. She loved her job and needed it badly. She had rent to pay now and food to buy. Of course she had two roommates, but if she didn't pay her share she'd be out on the street.

She had decided long ago not to take any money from her parents once she was working. She wanted to be independent and make her own decisions. As much as she loved them, if she took money from them they'd still consider her a child and she didn't want that.

She took a deep breath and continued chattering. Her heart pounded as Mr. Young blew his warm breath on her neck. She pretended to ignore it. Still, it had been so long since she'd gotten laid. And her poor little pussy was so horny. What harm was a little flirting?

Now Mr. Young refilled her glass and continued questioning her about her love life. But then he became bolder. "You're not a virgin, are you?" he said.

Terry blushed. "No," she giggled. "Nowadays, no one is."

She leaned over and picked up her drink from the coffee table. Mr. Young leaned over with her and their fingers met. "You really turn me on, Terry," he said.

Her creamy-skinned tits bulged over the top of her sweater when she leaned over, revealing the rising slopes of her boobs. She nervously ran her tongue over her lips.

"I'm talking too much," she said, putting her glass down. "And I'm drinking too much too. I'm not used to drinking this much in the middle of the day. I'm probably saying dumb things too."

She turned to face him then and he stared into her eyes. "You're adorable," he said hoarsely. He cupped her cheek in his hand and brought his mouth to her lips.

"Mr. Young!" she mumbled as he pressed his lips against hers.