His hand rubbed, glided and probed as my body needed. I was moving my hips gently to his rhythm. My hips encouraging his finger deeper in me. when his...hand cupped my pelvis and his finger petted my clit, I arched my back, pressed my head back, took in a deep breath and muffled my moan. At this time I noticed my right leg was pressing outward, offing him as much access possible under those circumstances. Stroking my clit, he was moving close to making me cum, which even in the heated state I was. He cleared his throat and stepped to the red-head’s desk and picked up the tablet on which I’d written. He briskly withdrew a pen from his shirt pocket, made a note and then turned to face me. I noticed his eyes take in my red patent 5 inch stilettos and travel up my long, smooth, caramel legs to where they met just below the hem of my black pencil skirt. I had dressed to impress, and I believe he was. He raised an eyebrow and stepped towards me and held out his hand. “Hello, Nicole. I’m Mr.. Her voice didn't sound happy though. Ryan decided to get to the point without sugarcoating anything."Sharon, I'm just as sorry as I could be to tell you this but your husband and my wife have been having an affair," he said bluntly. There was the sound of a sharply inhaled breath but Sharon didn't offer an immediate comment."Sharon?" Ryan said finally."Yes... yes, I'm here," she said. There was a fatalistic note in her voice. "How long have you known?" she asked."I've suspected for months, but. His fingers dug into my ass while his whiskered cheeks rubbed into my hot flesh.He thrust his tongue into my pussy's depths. I groaned, my back arching. My nipples throbbed through my halter top. They drank in the texture of the wood beneath me. It was so incredible. My entire body shook. My cunt clenched. I groaned, shuddering from the wonderful delight rippling through my body as Clint feasted on me.He licked me.Lapped at me.Loved me.The pleasure surged through me. I groaned as he dug his.