Time went by and the unknown girl did not come out. I waited fifteen minutes and decided to go inside and check if she was fine.I knocked on the door,...asking if she was fine there.She answered quickly, sounding a little surprised.Then I noticed that the door wasn't closed properly.I looked through the crack and I could see her sitting on the toilet, playing with her pussy lips. She was spreading them open with her fingers and rubbing her swollen clit…Back and forth between her clit and her. Well, we'll have to see what we can do about that.She ambled back to her desk, now with a couple of extensions that allowed her to even sit there and work at all. Her breasts kept her from using a keyboard to connect to the computers at all, so she'd become adept at typing with one hand. She held herself up with her legs under the mountainous bulge she had to carry around daily. She idly smoothed the fabric over her expectant body, realizing it was something that comforted her when she felt. . How much should I tell her?I was reading some rubbish about Harrison Ford but I wasn't really concentrating. I really loved being outside, sitting with Andrew at the garden setting. He would tell me to get my outdoor cushion if he wanted me kneeling, but today I was sitting on a comfortable chair in the sun. Images of Andrew and Paul working on me kept flashing through my mind, and my nipples were aching. I recrossed my legs and squeezed a little. The way Andrew had me dress told me it was. I'd forgotten all about it." She looked at her watch and saw that she could still make it if she left right now. "Yes, I'll be there." Good. We'll be expecting you then."Looking back towards the house she realized the dinner date would have to wait till later, and she returned to her car, started it and backed out of the driveway and headed towards her appointment. If she'd looked in the window by the door she would've been shocked to see the spectacle of James and Samantha locked in place,.