[SilentFeather]

Ari's endowed breasts were out, his outfit, although professional was very quite not safe for work variety of a vote was taken, tucking his cock very snugly in his lacy underwear to a point he could pass for a Dame any day of the week if he wanted to. He took his tasks seriously, quite to the literal point of staying up all night just to keep a smile of approval on Dante's handsome face.

He was also incredibly generous in other body areas, his waist was hourglass, with a rocking slender figure that women would practically suffer a thousand deaths over to possess. And the strangest thing was, it was all natural. And the legs and juicy, bubble butt ass cheeks could my, my, myyy, make any man want to take up bongo's.

"Um, ye-yes Sir .. r-right away," he cleared his throat, bowing his head as a sign of respect before proceeding with his work once more.

He knew his Boss was a busy, busy young man. And even more that he had a billion dollar corporation to run daily and nightly, but at times he wondered if the man knew he was rather fond of him, or that he wished for his big, strong muscular arms to enrapture her in their warmth.

Ari dreamt of his Boss's warmth being close to that of a roaring fireplace, blazing, fiesty, .. passionate. Oh gods above how he wanted him.

But he remained centered, she remained cordial, she remembered, all was riding on her keeping this job. He did not wish to screw it all up, and over something that, something that .. may never come true.

Oh well a boy could dream, couldn't he?

"Oh my, ye-yes Sir, towel! Yes! right away, I will be right back!" He scurried away, off to the journey of retrieving a fresh towel from the cabinet beside the bathroom. He returned in a Hare's tail twitch, placing towel to ground and blotting it out, careful to dab and not smear the stain.  "Do not worry, it will not stain, I am dabbing, it only stains when you smear the alcohol, I learned it from my Gramma, she was a whiskey lover too, God rest her soul."