I cupped my hand over her mound, squeezing it in rhythm with my titty massage. When my middle finger crept down to her crotch, there was a little wet ...pot already.She finished her conversation, a little shakily, with a promise to “look into it and call back today.” She dropped the headset and leaned forward on the desk as I worked on making that wet spot bigger.“You’re way early,” she murmured.“Well, I was in the neighborhood. Lunch break."“Sure,” she answered with a sigh, and starting sliding. I told Amanda that Jenna would probably watch us make love. Her response was to open the blinds all the way on one window. I know Jenna got an eyeful. While Amanda was probing my butthole and suckling my fuckstick I could imagine the look of amazement on Jenna's face. Being watched was a turn on, in and of itself.Until then I'd never thought of Jenna as someone to make love with. She seemed too eager. She seemed to be saying, 'when are we going to fuck!!!' I'll have to give Jenna some thought.. "It's a massager," I explained. "What did you think it was?" She was silent for a few seconds. "The same," she replied in a serious tone, as she inspected its flesh color and obvious phallic shape. "Here, let me show you how to turn it on", I said as I took it from her hand. I twisted the blunt end and it began to vibrate and hum in my hand. I stepped up right in front of her body and pressed it up against the middle of her back, rubbing it up and down. "See, when you have a spot that is. ”At first, she thought the poor guy was going to pass out from excitement. He grabbed her and said, “Well then climb up her in bed with me, lil-darling.”She smiled, pulled back and replied. “Sorry, we have to be careful; if I get caught I will be fired.”The guy frowned, pulled back the sheet exposing his nude body and hard cock and answered, “But nursie, but I have a big problem.”She quivered and admitted, “I can see that. Looks like you need a woman’s touch, baby. Let me help you with that.