That night I dry fucked her again and I knew that she was aware of what I was doing but she didn't try to stop me. She probably figured that this was ...he price to pay for sleeping in my bed and she was willing to pay it.But after a week of this I became more demanding of her. I would often dry fuck her two or three times during the night and then I gradually began to let my hand roam over her bottom. One night, while I was rubbing my cock against her bottom, I carefully brought my hand over her. I told her that I know that she is not interested in playing, but I find her attractive and hope she wouldn’t mind. She was ok with it. I took my time massaging her back, and eventually got bolder, kissing her neck, ears, and eventually massaging her breasts and the tops of her hips. She clearly was enjoying it, but did not say anything. I said that I would like to massage the rest of her beautiful ass and legs, but we would need to lie down. She was hesitant, but did agree to go to a mattress. “Well, it's sexual, but we didn't actually have sex.” I said. “Do you guys remember that time we came over here for the weekend when my Dad and Barbara went out of town for Gracie's cheer leading thing?”They both sat behind the counter looking confused.I went on. “The whole house was empty for the entire weekend, so I told my mom I was going camping with Chuck and you guys told your parents you were going to Ft. Worth for a concert or something, and we all stayed here and got wasted?” I. " Please don't say that Betty." Hey, just kidding..." replied the attractive blonde who finished dressing and started to exit, then leaned back in the door. "... sort of."Veronica stared at the door for several seconds after Betty had already departed. She wondered if her boss's comments were really true. Yes, when she had applied for the job of receptionist, straight out of prison, Betty had made her lesbian intentions clear, and yes, in her desperation for employment since she had already.