She smiled and felt a dart of envy at how his hair always had that perfect three-weeks-after-a-hair-cut look. Her eyes poured over every detail that m...de him and saw past them. He was still the same man she’d met four months ago, only he’d become…more…of everything. She couldn’t quite describe it, but it felt good. The incessant chime of the car key finding its home made her jump out of her reverie. His question came over the click of his seatbelt. ‘You okay?’ The simple question warmed her. Ending the call Laura couldn’t take any more, if she had left it much longer she could, no would have screamed out how good it felt and dropped to her knee’s, Laura shook her head and panted for breath, she saw the women had moved on and blushed a little, but with that blush she also felt more turned on then she had in years, the idea of what she had done sank in and she grinned.Laura could feel the wetness in her cotton panties as the mobile moved a little as she walked, she felt so dirty and. Finally, he said, "It's suite 700, sir. But please don't tell anyone or I'm history!" Bill smiled and assured him he would not.The boy left and Bill took the fat envelope back to the sitting room. He opened it and emptied it onto the table. Then he looked at the contents and started to cry. Spilled out on the table were Ali's American Express card, MasterCard, Visa, and personal check book. All the things he had given her were being returned to him, even her jewelry. He idly looked at the check. Matt, I think. Matt Keane. Upper middle to top of the class. He’s the quiet and calm sort of guy, always carries a book.I can see underneath his table.I can see the tent in his pants.Matt Keane has a boner, I think.My mouth goes a little dry and I feel a hot flush of embarrassment rising from my chest to my neck to my cheeks, but I can’t look away.I can see movement in Matt’s pants and can’t take my eyes off it. His… his cock is moving. Nudging upwards against the jean fabric, like some animal..