Newest Blog: WET LIP FETISH went to my office and grabbed my notes and the list of performers I would like to cast. I straightened out my tie, checked my hair and breath and headed for her office. When I arrived, she was stood looking out her window looking over Grant Park and the Buckingham fountain. She was alone. It was at this point I realized her dress was a strapless number with a plunging back that just about showed the top of her crack. Her jacket was lying across the desk. All I could think about for a second was how easy it would be to get at her tits, or caress her ass. Look up before she turns around, dumb ass. Keep eye contact. I thought to myself
