"I'm stunned. How far does he want me to go with this, I wonder? "Well, suppose he wants real sex? Suppose he wants to take me back to his room, to sc...ew me like one of these hookers here?" It won't come to that, honey. He's not crazy. Yeah, he knows that big clients get some privileges, but he can't expect to have my wife, for Christ's sake. Won't happen. Don't worry about it."I sat back and thought about it. He wants me to let this man paw me. My dear husband wants me to engage in a little. Even as he did so, he couldn't resist the opportunity to enjoy the way Rita's legs moved under her short skirt."Close the door and sit down," growled Harry. He raked through the papers on his desk."What's up Cap?" asked Chris as he and Rita settled themselves in the two chairs before the over-burdened desk.Harry found what he had been looking for. He looked at the papers he picked up, then peered over the top of his glasses at the duo."You recently arrested a bunco artist going by the name of. Just hearing her moans and screams made me want to cum right there.At that moment, I decided to get her loose. Ready for the next step.I pulled her clitoral hood back, licked the top of it, and began to place each of my fingers inside of her. I started off with two fingers. I slowly moved my fingers up and down. Then I added a third one. I felt her loosen up as the cum came all over my fingers. Eventually, I added a fourth finger and began to pick up the pace.Becca's moaning grew louder and. Consequently, the only part of the thong to absorb the pressure is that strip resting against my asshole. I revel in the added sensation of my self-induced assplay and a pleasured ‘Ooooohhhhhhhhh’ escapes my lips. Just then, with my manhood at full attention and my mind swimming in the possibilities of giving relief to the engorged flesh, I’m interrupted by what seems to be the sound of a familiar voice outside the door. ‘No way,’ I think to myself, ‘it can’t be.’ ‘She’s talking to somebody,’.