He shoved me into a rack of clothes, essentially hiding me from view, opened up my coat and explored my body... squeezing my tits & pinching my nipple... with one hand and rubbing my clit & finger fucking my sopping wet pussy with the other. He was so close to making me cum that I didn't even notice that the coat had fallen off me and when I finally shoved him away I found it had been kicked out into the open area.I asked very nicely that he hand it to me and he just smiled, then when I demanded. Fat chance. There was no way she would sleep with a man like Kirk Bailey. He was the only one keeping her from the top, and he had for two years. He was also the unorganized, flutter-brained sort. If you wanted sports trivia, Kirk was the man to ask. He was more enamored with the actual games on TV and teams and numbers and player facts and statistics than he ever was with what was published in his magazine, even if it was supposed to be sports related. As his Vice President, Danielle was. I felt so humiliated, yet I was so wet. I had never imagined I would let anyone do that to me, not especially in my own elevator! He then pulled my skirt up back to my waist, and slowly brought his other hand up between my legs, so softly sliding across my inner thigh. my pussy was dripping wet now and I moaned involuntarily as he continued to rub his hand up and down my smooth thighs.He then finally brought his hand up and rubbed my pussy with his left-hand fingers, teasing me. The mean. Up and down.”The old man got into the back of the car and they drove the final mile straight up the mountain. When the road ended they stopped and got out.“Oh my,” Melissa said as she looked out over the valley. “The view is breathtaking.” Then she turned and looked at the cabin sitting above them. It was an A-frame type cabin and almost appeared it was about to topple from the hill. “I guess you can’t be afraid of heights if you live up here.”“That’s for sure,” returned Leon with a laugh.They.