We are both alumni of University of Maryland-Fear the Turtle. He has a reputation of keeping to himself and has a business like demeanor. He doesn...��t like to fraternize very much except when it comes to business. His demeanor has made him more compelling. I guess hit fits your stereotypical accountant/MBA—uptight and serious. I was wondering what he would be like underneath that businesslike exterior of his. One day, I was manning the phones for the director’s Executive Assistant because. . rubbing....rubbing. .hard. Caressing me between my legsslow. Twirling my curls between her teeth biting hard. Gently pulling my nipple & tugging. Suckling me deeply’ . Delicious ‘... she said. Suckling me deeply.harder. And harder.deeper and deeper. (* instantly giving me oral sex. Circling my nipple and breasts with kisses and licks. Massaging... coming in my mouth twice. Deep. Her toungue twisted higher and higher deeper deeper long and gently. Deeply twisted up my vagina. ‘. It surprised me how wet I already was. I pulled my pussy lips apart so my swollen clit poke out. With my thumb a started to rub against my clit, I tried to control my moaning but my clit always is very sensitive. I couldn’t keep quiet anymore. My breathing came faster and my ring finger joined the action inside my pussy. I started finger fucking myself faster and harder. My cunt was soaking with my pussy juices I was about to come when I heard something. It freaked me out and I started yelling. She was grinning. Bridget knew this was meant as an opening."Can I... can I get a ride?" Well I was planning on giving you a ride after I write up your citation..."The car stopped when Bridget did. She leaned over the window, making sure the lady cop could see her breasts down her shirt. "I was kind of hoping we could have some fun and let the citation go."The lady cop unapologetically took in Bridget's boobs with her eyes, then reached over and caressed her cheek as though petting a puppy..