I'm not your beautiful little princess; I never was!”“Would you rather be my beautiful queen?” he asked. She held her breath and nodded slightly... afraid to look at him. “You know the difference, right?”She shook her head, confused. “What's the difference between a princess and a queen?”“A queen is a woman, and a prinvess is a little girl.” he told her, and understanding flooded her face, making her blush.“I'm not a woman yet.” she said, the hope in her face crashing down around her in shards. First, she wasn't panicking. Second, she was doing exactly what he figured Cliff would do if he were here. Finally, she owned the place, but most importantly, she knew it. "Let me get the guys together, Sandy. Could we meet in thirty minutes? I may be able to reach some more people who aren't in the office right now. And thanks for telling me alone. I appreciate it."Thirty minutes later Sandy was standing in the board room with an easel pad set up. Steve and Jane came in. Jane told her how. He continued slowly, and I wrapped my legs around him, to bring his hips closer to mine. I grind my hips into his just as slowly, and run my fingertips up and down his strong biceps. The rubbing turned into gripping as his speed picked up and his strokes became stronger. He scooped my legs up between his forearms and biceps, right behind my knees. He pushed my knees up to my chest and started pounding his dick into me. I wanted to yell, but I couldn’t get a sound out. All I could hear was the. .."Fuck it, Jeff! Why should you care who or what I fuck?" he said, pointing a finger at his friend's nearly empty glass. "What are you having? Same again?"Kevin should have known better than to think a refill would sideline Jeff. No fucking way! After returning to his seat, he was treated to Jeff's speculations of what it was like to fuck a vacuum cleaner and his fantasies about blowing his wad in the grill-like mouth of a barbot.Of course, Jeff didn't know Sindy. Nor, for that matter, did he.