" I put my heels back on my feet. "...and these heels make me feel real sexy." I could tell he liked what he saw, as he reached to touch my leg that w...s closest to him. I grabbed his hand and slid it across my leg. It felt wonderful, and the nervousness I had been feeling a short time ago was replaced by arousal. He took a deep breath and caressed my legs with both hands. I looked down at his crotch and noticed a nice bulge. I pulled him closer so I could reach for his zipper, and he started to. Like a street mime performing, she then made motion with her hand like she was jacking off ... a pretend cock, which she pumped, and then squeezing it. With the tip of her finger, she swiped off what I then knew was pretend precum, and then applied this to her nipple, though she actually did touch it once again looking towards me."Oh my God! She wants me to give her some juice!" I thought, and realized that in order to do so ... I'd have to pull out my cock and actually do that. But as I sat. It was impossible not to notice and honestly, get a little arroused by it. “I’m sorry” I said, “But why do you keep calling me Daddy?” “Don’t you know?” she said, as if honestly surprised by my question. With a little laugh she then said, “You’re so cute. Don’t worry sweetie, I like Daddies!” She touched my arm as she spoke. Then she turned, it seemed like she arched her back and pointed her ass at me, then slowly started to walk away, swinging her slim hips back and forth, as if to exaggerate. Her body instinctively started grinding against his, and she could feel his cock straining against his pants. She moaned, grinding harder against him. His mouth was all over her, and his fingers were quickly undoing the buttons on her blouse. She followed suit, loosening his tie and tossing it to the floor, before quickly unbuttoning his shirt. “Lexi…” he growled, kissing her harder when she ran her hands over his restrained cock. “Dr. Claar?” she replied, giggling. She was down to her.