Still though, this sleazy photographer was trying to blackmail my firm and clients and I was not happy about it at all."Well look," I said, snapping o...t of my thoughts, my voice rising out of my frustration. "We don't have to do anything about this. This is blackmail, and he could go back to jail for it. I'll call him right now and tell him to fuck off," I said, picking up the phone."No Dean! Wait!" Portia said loudly, holding out her hand in a stop motion. "I know Rob. Let me go and talk to. Softly, lingeringly, I glide our hands in a circle over the soft swell, making the circles smaller and smaller until we are only teasing the pert nipple poking through her top. A soft moan slips from her lips. I know how sensitive her nipples are, how much she loves to have them touched and played with. My hand covering her stomach slides low, settling over the curls I know are starting to dampen with her need. I use the tips of my fingers to tease her skin at the crease of her thigh, not. We were cross legged on the floor and I was finding it difficult to sit still; my concentration was going and I lost my trousers a little while later. I think that helped because Jenny’s eyes kept moving to my pants and the growing bulge which I couldn’t control; then she got another one wrong. “Time to take off your pants.” I suggested. “Bra, I think.” she said, “Would you mind undoing it please?”. I unhooked the bra and took it off from the front before throwing it onto a chair. I could. “Poor, poor Kitten, so ready, so wet.” His voice was full of desire, his words brushing over every part of me, my breath coming in pants. His fingers trailed down to my soaked pussy, running lightly over my folds, gathering the wetness that lay there. I arched into him, nails digging into his arms. I whimpered and bit my lip trying to be quiet. He laughed quietly, gripping my hair tighter in his fist; ran his tongue down my neck. I gasped and he sunk his teeth into my neck. I turned my head.