She fell asleep in about five minutes. The man took it as a compliment and another sign of trust that she would drift off while spooning him in the nu...e.Because of that trust, he decided to finish helping her regain her independence. The tougher choice was what to do about the young woman's flirting. Part of him found her very tempting. The other part felt apprehension in crossing a line that he'd regret. They had only met sixteen hours ago. He didn't really know her yet.Anthony woke at 3:00am.. .. but it was gone."My sweater!" I exclaimed."What's wrong?"I rummaged through the drawers of my desk, looked behind the guest chair and under the desk."Very funny, John. What'd you do with my sweater?" What? What do you mean, what did I do? You took it home last night, don't you remember?" No ... I..."Suddenly, I had to stop and think. As soon as John said it, I realized I had taken it home last night. Why had I done that? It was my office sweater, it was the one I always left at the office so. Leaning down I started to gently kiss her, slowly rubbing against her. Her words had gotten me hard again, and I was about to fix that. Kissing her, I pressed lightly against her, feeling her pussy resist me at first, but with a little pressure, I got a small gasp from her as I slipped into her. Not far, just the head, but I immediately felt pleasure hit me. She was like an oven, a hot wet oven. I loved the feeling, too. It was amazing. “You…feel amazing sis.” I whispered, and slipped deeper. God she looked cute. Just a quicky--Tom would never know.But before Donna could even finish her proposition, there was a disapproving noise at the door and Tom was waving a finger in reprimand. Donna blushed, bit her lip, and looked down. Damn.At Tom's insistence, Donna went down to the living room to practice her closing statement. Thus, she got a good view of her bodyguard methodically removing the party guests who hadn't made it out on their own yet. The company that had provided her with.