He then pushed up my bra, over my breasts and began fondling my bare breasts and tweaking my nipples. His hairy chest was rubbing against my back. Des...ite my sleepiness, his fondling of my breasts and nipples, made me edgy. He started licking me on my back and again biting the back of my neck.Gradually, he began pulling up my petticoat. Obviously he wanted to fondle my private parts. As I was now twitchy, I too wanted that. I slightly raised myself off the mattress, to make it easier for him to. The twitch his body gave in response to his nipples being tweaked brought a brief smile to her face. The hand now slithered down over his body and rested all too briefly on his crotch. Her nimble fingers grasped his zip and then insinuated their way in through his fly. They moved over his hardening cock to her ultimate quarry - his unprotected balls. Pulling herself up so her lips were close to his ear she whispered "You're mine." With that she released him and stalked down the corridor. But never again. OK? You won’t do anything without my permission.” He caressed her cheek lightly.She nodded while still sucking him, locking her eyes on him. Him, the father of her best friends. Him, a friend of her father. Him, who had seen her grow up. Him, on whom she had a huge crush. Him, whom she still loved, in spite of the degrading treatment. He could plainly see adoration, love and lust in her eyes. She still had a crush on him.“You are such a dumb bimbo,” he chuckled lightly. He saw. "Yes, just a minute," Laura repeated.Sara left the door ajar as they moved beyond it, as if to make it very clear that this was a short meeting. The office was half-darkened. Lights were on only in the receptionist area, where file drawers were open and file folders scattered across the two desks. Sara leaned back against the counter in front of her own desk, regarding Laura skeptically, crossing arms almost impatiently over her breasts.The moment, already uncomfortable enough for Laura, was.