He bent slightly to get a better angle. She spread her legs. He slipped inside her sopping wet, burning hot orifice, as he stood up. They both moaned ...his time. Even partially embedded in her as he was, it was still not enough for either of them. The watcher came in close and knelt to capture the moment of insertion.When they stopped dancing, a question in their eyes, the watcher knew they were thinking they needed to get somewhere more private. He immediately gave them another simple. Finally the guy came. As he shot inside me. I came too. I was exhausted.Warren took off his sport coat. He wrapped it around me, said "time to go," and walked me to the car. I'm sure people saw me walking to my car in just a sport coat,When we got onto the road, all of a sudden I was scared. I mean Warren could have stopped it at any time, but maybe it was a test of how far I'd go.Warren finally broke the silence. "You are fucking hot," he said. "I am not letting you out of the bedroom all. He pulls her top leg back and drapes it over his leg, opening up her pussy for him. I see his hand disappear in front of him. Oh my, what is he doing? Fingering her or rubbing her clit. I do not know, so my imagination takes over. I envision him sliding his hand up and down her wet pussy, then fingering her. My own hand moves down my soft tummy and into my panties. I am sticky and wet already. My pussy aches, needing my touches, so I slide my fingers up and down my lips, tugging and pulling.. It mattered not from this moment forth. This executive secretary was utterly and permanently enslaved to anything and everything Trent Shimada, the only articulate and handsome man who now existed in her universe. And this time, she wanted to be the one making the advance. But could she, and if she could, how would she make the advance? Her gaze then happened upon a platter of sausage and sour cream on a nearby serving tray. Her mind raced wildly and she nearly gasped out loud as she felt.