I tried to concentrate on the work in hand and to some extent I was succeeding, my erection starting to subside, when I smelled her perfume next to me... and felt her hair brush my cheek as she leaned over my shoulder. I felt the warm weight of her breast as it pressed against my back and the erection was back, hard, throbbing and about to explode. My breath caught in my throat and the pressure on my back eased as she came to the side of the desk. She spoke my name and as I turned my head to face. "We'll see about that." And with that she went out of the room. I removed the cock ring and sat back to see what she was up to. I was sore, tired, and needed to fuck her pussy so hard to make up for all this weird stuff she was doing. Betsy came back into the room all smiles with something covered in a towel. "Show me your ass" she commanded and I did. When she yanked out the small butt plug out I would have come on the spot if I had of been hard. "This is going to take a little time," as she. His willingness to hang in this conversation was mostly fueled by his desire to remain present in front of her. Have her hear him. In his mind his stories of boat maintenance, rightly-timed stock purchases and sales and gossip about club board members was fascinating her, impressing her. He couldn’t have known her less. To be fair outside of me no one really did.“I’m getting ready for bed,” she said, her eyes then widening and looking directly at him, “but don’t run off on my account. I know. She wasn’t happy to drive off with a stranger, but she was happy when I said I knew him and he’s a good guy. Her father is still likely to spit chips when Joe drops her off. He’s traditional in many ways, but he does allow her to follow her profession. It’s just taking him time to get used to how things are here.” Matt gives her a puzzled look. “Her family is from Iraq. She’s a Muslim.”“Oh, I didn’t know that. But Joe won’t be dropping her at home.” He sees Monica is about to explode. He waves.