"Yes Boss," Evan grinned and spreads his legs promiscuously against the wood of the desk watching as Barty's own trousers and pants hit the floor. Evan leaned back arching his body in a near perfect "c" formation while lubricated fingers probed and pushed past his splincher making his cry out with pleasure, "Oh! Boss! Yes!" he groaned loudly, perfect white teeth bit over the soft kiss swollen pink lips as Barty's own mouth began to do wonders on his neck and torso.