I looked up at him saying, “We’re all done,”At that point, what he did next made me almost lose it right there… with his hands folded, standing… he looked down at me… right into my eyes… in a moment that felt like it lasted forever… and took his right hand to scratch his stomach… just a bit into his shorts/boxers, right where the bush met the stretchy fabric of his boxers. He paused… and rubbed his stomach below his belly button as he replied, “Aiiight den, boss,” before putting my pen in his ear—stealing it—-as he walked out of my office.I was so aroused, I could’ve shut my door and jacked off a load right there… my heart was beating so fast. I’d never been so seduced with so little.I finished the rest of my caseload and headed home more sexually frustrated than ever.—————Chapter 2Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!I’m so fucking behind on everything. I didn’t mean to curse, but… I don’t know. This parole thing seems to bring the worst out of me.It’s been 3 weeks since I’ve been handling my caseload on my own and it’s just too much.How do they expect me to see all of these clients, then, turn around and do house visits?I’m just so wound up right
