She ran over to me, hugging me and dry humping my leg. My boss was in the office and his eyes widened as he stared at her exposed, panty-covered ass. ...y cock twitched as she continued to put on a show.“Um, sweetie. This is my boss, Mr. Hands. You have to remember we are not at home.”“Oh, Daddy. I just love you so much, and miss when we snuggle,” she said, looking at Mr. Hand.“Are you good with your hands, sir? Thank you for giving daddy a job. I give good jobs too," she said, licking her lips. “Miles, do you wanna make-out?”At first I couldn't bring myself to even nod my head, in part because her question was eerily similar to Selena’s and guilt came crashing down on me like an avalanche. But, I couldn’t resist, and even with my guilty conscience, I immediately grabbed her, wrapping my arms around her waist, and kissed her, pushing my tongue past her lips, and swiveling it rhythmically in sync to hers.We made out for almost an hour, and though I had no release from it, I still. Dark as any thunderstorm, they spoke of the things she hadn’t yet found a voice for. The cracks grew and multiplied. He reached out and with skillful fingers manipulated her slick and throbbing clit. Her moans were desperate and needy. He knew her body raged within, aching for release. He whispered softly, ‘Tell Me Kay. Tell Me what you want. Tell Me what you need.’ He stroked and tugged at her clit, sending shivers through her entire body, waiting for her answer. She managed to pull away from. ’ ‘Well, the situation is the husband. He just never treats me like he did when we first met, now he just crawls on, does his thing, and crawls off. Two minutes, he’s happy, I’m frustrated.’ ‘I don’t know why, Karen, you’re really a beautiful woman. He should know better, if he treats a pretty woman that way, she’s gonna look elsewhere.’ ‘Well, Ron, that’s why I wanted you two to get the chance to meet each other. You didn’t seem to be the kind to treat a woman that way,’ said Betty. ‘No, my.