The young man shifted in his seat. His hands were poised, ready to type something into the computer he was sitting infront of. His young features were twisted into wonder as he thought of the next like to write. Alex really needed to finish this project, but he was stuck. Looking down at his research, he pondered a few lines before his hands left the keyboard to pick up the pen on the desk. He underlined a few words and then set the pen down again, but it rolled off the desk before he could stop and catch it.
Sighing, Alex bent down in his seat to pick up his pen. Unfortunately for him, his shirt rode up on his back and the black thong that he was wearing could be seen peeking out over his pants, letting who ever was looking get a good idea of what it was. He then sat back up, pen in hand, and continued to work.
Sighing, Alex bent down in his seat to pick up his pen. Unfortunately for him, his shirt rode up on his back and the black thong that he was wearing could be seen peeking out over his pants, letting who ever was looking get a good idea of what it was. He then sat back up, pen in hand, and continued to work.