Either way, it was a look I'd rarely seen from the girl.Zoey just looked scared and apprehensive, like a little girl that awoke to her parents fightin...."She's lost it," I attempted to tell Zoey with my eyes. "I'm trying to do all I can to make it better."As I tried to communicate those words with my eyes, Zoey somehow received it. Her expression softened even more.Zoey's expression, God help me, somehow was the worst thing I could have seen at that moment.I'm not proud of it, but for the first. Tasha stood stoic about six feet from me, at the entry point to her cubicle. She bit down on her lower lip, once again, and then, this time, she hand-brushed her long wavy brown hair back over her shoulder.“Would it bother you . . .” Tasha began, “If I told you I found you very attractive?”“No, it wouldn’t.” I replied, “The feeling is mutual.”Tasha unceremoniously slipped out of her blouse and tossed it on to her work chair in her cubicle. She slipped her thumbs under the straps that held her. “So what, you like it” you said. Then you got up and climbed on my lap and you shoved the piece of ice in your pussy and squeaked and I laughed. “Not funny” you said as u sat on my dick shoving it in your pussy that was now cold and wet. "Mmmmm that feels good” I said as you started to rock back and forth. “Yeah it does,” you said in the middle of a moan. The cold water was dripping out of your pussy and down my balls and it felt so good. I reached up and pulled you forward and started kissing. “Tell him we can’t go there Bill.”“Why not?” I asked.“Because Pam is there.”I started to say. ‘You’re Pam,’ but I realized she wasn’t Pam. she was DezereaDave had heard, but he didn’t understand why she couldn’t go home.The stress and mental conflict between Pam being a slut and who she had always believed she was had split her personality.I pushed the intercom button. “Take us to the Hilton down town Tony.”Dave looked at me. I told him I would explain things once we were checked in and up in.