‘How do you feel about moving our date night here?’ Caught off guard, she gave a little grin. ‘Date night in your office?’ ‘C’mon. The o...fice is practically empty, and I could use the company. Maybe even you could help me. Dinner is on me.’ She rolled her eyes at the desperation in his voice. ‘Jasmine, pleeeaaassseee.’ ‘Emmett’, she spoke with an exaggerated sigh, ‘Am I even allowed to hang around your office?’ He scoffed into the phone. ‘Why wouldn’t you be? It’s fine. No one’s going to. I want her mouth on it and I can see, in her eyes, she wants that too.Our breasts nearly touch. I can feel the air between them brush over my sensitive nipples but my eyes are glued to her pussy. I want to touch myself but I know that’s not allowed. Not here. Her hands slide up my thigh and I find myself nodding my head; I want her to touch my sex so badly, wanting her to cup it, stroke it and push her finger up it. I want to feel her inside me.My body shudders at the touch but it’s over in a. I feel a growing nervousness in the pit of my tummy. What has he got planned for us? What could he possibly be hiding from me? “Watch your step, there’s a curb.” I find the curb and he pulls me up, a hand of mine in each of his and then he pulls me to his side, one strong arm around my waist. His driver presses my clutch bag into my hand. “Thank you, Harris. I’ll call you when we’re ready,” he says, dismissing the driver I presume. He grips me more tightly and guides me along beside him.“Isn’t. . I'm not...Ugh! I'm not..." Hmmn? What was that? Oh, you absolutely loved it! I saw how much you shot when they were sucking and jerking you. I saw how hard you came with a dick in your ass. You came in your cage without even being able to touch yourself. And you loved it when I called you my faggot! You want me to talk dirty to you again, my little faggot?" No!" I pleaded. "No!" I bent down over the sink even more. Sinking over the sink, actually, as she pumped her fingers now in a harder,.