Milo
"Hey, you Marshall?" That was the first time I saw her. She flew in the door, waited for my grunt of agreement, threw the parcel on my desk and disappeared again. I can pretend now that I noticed her sparkling smile that first visit, but really I saw her breasts, tightly held in the company t-shirt, and those legs. Long, dark and topped with a short skirt, swirling about her as her butt disappeared out of my office. As noted above, my name is Marshall. I'm an admin manager for a printing...