She began thrusting her hips as she moaned a little louder he said "you love me playing with there pussy in pantyhose"and she whispered it felt so goo... he was going to make her have a orgasm.He knew she was pretty drunk and not thinking about where she was and that she lost all inhibitions but couldn't believe she was so worked up that she just leaned all the way back and pushed her flair dress up over her breasts and then pushed her hands under her bra and pushed it off and started squeezing. ”“Then free we will be,” Emily Elizabeth says, dropping to her knees to kneel before him. Her hands fly across the button and zipper of his pants. Grabbing both sides, she pulls them down to his ankles.Rick’s hands slip into her blonde hair, fingers running through it like a boat through water. He steps out of the clothing and the girl pulls it away, tossing it to the side. Still on her knees, Emily Elizabeth lines herself up with the bulbous head pointing right at her face. She reaches out her. He nodded. "Aren't you a little young, doll?" He replied and I smiled a bit. "Because I don't see you working at the counter, you're a pole dancer, aren't you?" I'm surprised you've watched me." I raised one of my brows, trying to hide my blush in my brunnete curls. He smiled. "So a pole dancer?" He asked and I began to get paranoid. "Yep. Just a drinking, dancing, fucking pole dancer." I said, grabbing my note pad I'd put onto his desk. "Prove it." He grinned and I glanced up at him. He walked. “I’ll still need you both to sign in.”Both affixed their names to the registration sheet and headed to the elevator. Phil punched the number for the top floor as Hailey seemed intent to take in every detail of her first visit to Barton Holdings.The top floor housed the executive suites. Beth’s office was in the center just across from the elevator but behind a large desk where her gatekeeper sat. Very few people got in to see Elizabeth Barton-Warner without laying out the entirety of their.