She cried so hard it hurt, her arms crossed under her bust as she rocked back and forth on the couch. He abdominal muscles cramping from the sobs, her...lungs gasping for air in between the moans. Finally she started to regain some modicum of composure, the crying slowly becoming a quiet moan again and then it was gone. The hurt, anger, and frustration were still there, but the crying had seemed to somehow help. She'd never cried like that in her life, as Michael she'd not cried since the fourth. Fun, but interesting." She continued to make her way up his body, settling her wet pussy on the tip of his cock, letting it part her lips just slightly as she secured his wrists to the bedposts. She teased his head with her pussy, grinding it up and down. She seemed to get off on the fact that he had absolutely no power in this! She then reached over to her nightstand, grazing her nipple over his mouth."You may suck it.", she said gently. He took her nipple in his mouth, sucking and flicking it. ”“Mm! I wondered. So?”Grace told him all that Terry had told her and of their subsequent discussion.“I’ve been thinking again this morning and I think it would be as well to wait to ask about the presentation. It might be seen as an indication by the losers of favouritism.”Hugh looked at her admiringly. All he said though was, “That makes sense. You still prefer the Davies tender despite their reputation to cut corners.”“Yes.”“So how do you suggest we handle it?”“A letter to each of them from. ' She looked around, walking to a nearby bench. She shrugged. 'Why not? When am I ever gonna do this again?' she spread her legs wide and, after a few seconds of people observing her, she started rubbing herself. "Ah..." she closed her eyes, though opened them again quickly, making eye contact with passers by. She transitioned from rubbing her pussy to fingering herself. She inserted a finger slowly, getting faster and more vigorous, and eventually she orgasmed, getting a lot of people's.