Did I give you permission to open my pants?” She tried to shake her head but his grip was too tight, leaving her to simply pout. “Take off your br....” She did so, expertly undoing it and tossing it to the side. He admired her, kneeling before him in just her panties and matching knee-highs.Finally, he loosened his grip on her hair, though he didn't totally release her. “Undo the button. Slowly.” He could see her struggling to do as told, excitement making her hand shake. “Now the zipper.” He. "You were jerking off weren't you?" But then she noticed the medical specimen container on the nightstand and her smile faded. "What's wrong?"I was now visibly shaking. I broke down on the verge of tears and told her everything. She sat down on the bed beside me and listened. Afterwards we both stared at the floor. I was so ambarassed at being caught and absolutely terrified that maybe I couldn't have children. Not that I wanted any right now, but in the future maybe. Trying to lighten the mood. " "Is your cock hard now?" "Yes." "Stroke it." "I can't right now." "I wish I could suck it." She moaned again. "Oh, I'm so close to cumming. I'm leaning back in my chair with my legs open and my dress hiked up. My nipples are hard and I'm pinching them while I think about your tongue and your cock." "What do you need?" "I need you to lick my pussy. Come to my office and suck on my pussy lips and flick my clit with your tongue." "I'd love to, but I can't right now. Is there anything else you. She wanted to talk out their problems, work out their differences. Fix everything and anything that caused conflict between them (which was a lot). But something stopped her. Pride. Even when she was younger she never wanted to be the one to say sorry, and in this particular situation, nothing was her fault. The only thing she had done was fall in love with the wrong guy. Him. And Jon? He had fucked up royally by ignoring the signs. Instead of being there when she needed him he had broken away.