I could get fired, I could go to jail!" This seemed to break Mr Riley from the spell he was under. "Sasha Monroe, you must stop this now!" Instead Sas...a stood up and dropped her blouse on the floor. "Relax Mr Riley, no one else is here, I checked before I came. And I locked the door". As she was speaking she was walking around to his side of the desk. Without thinking, Mr Riley swirled his chair around to face her. Sasha walked right up to him and put a hand on the arms of the chair. "Come now. So that question I pondered all day was the thought of love. Did I love this man that I had been talking to for the past couple of weeks? The man who made me smile and made me feel like a person again. Or was I just looking for someone who would pay attention to me? The part I was worried about was not myself, it was him. What if I was leading him to me for all of the wrong reasons? What if I hurt him in the end? Should I stop talking to him and make it hurt now instead of later? So even though. I could just feel her lips sliding up and down my crack and her finger gently probing inside me. 'I got to feel your cunt.' I told her. She stood in front of me and slipped her panties down...standing with her legs apart just with her cunt about my face I started to lick her slit. My God it was glistening with pussy juice. I pushed two fingers into her crack. I don't know how I got to be so brave. I think I was just horny cos hubby was in the next room and could have walkied in and caught us at. So are you always a goof?" Only with beautiful women." I say grabbing a cue for myself.As she breaks I ask, "So what are you doing here alone?" What makes you think I'm alone?" Emma replies standing close to me.Even though the bar is not crowded we find reasons to stand close to each other as we play, slyly touching under one pretext or another as we continue the meaningless small talk banter. Emma is shorter than me by a good four inches, making her at most 5'8". Our height discrepancy lets me.