Ileft the room and went back to the living room.A few minutes had passed while I was watching TV when I started thinkingabout the drawer again. I push...d the thoughts out of my head, the thingsweren't mine, I'd be violating a confidence, not to mention that thoseitems were close to the juiciest parts of her. I suddenly became veryaware that I'd unconsciously started stroking my cock through my jeans.I stopped and put my hands at my sides. This was wrong on many levels. Iwasn't even attracted to. She locked eyes with him and let the bed sheet drop to the floor at his feet. Her shapely figure, nude before him. Slowly, she lightly traced the curves of her body with her palms, from hip to breast. Caressing her breasts with soft gentle hands, holding and fondling, teasingly running fingertips across hardening nipples. All while she continued to stare into his eyes. He watched, wordlessly, as she performed her sensual self-exploration. Hands, down across her smooth abdomen to encircle his. I dare myself to rub her navel & start running my hand towards the upper part of the body. She pushes me away saying that I was crazy & need to check myself. I start pleading to her saying that I really need you I really want to feel you & I just can’t stop myself. She’s cross & sits in the bed not knowing what to do or say.I kneel in front of her & I rub her knees &running it up to her thighs, I pull her towards me & I kiss her forehead, her eyes & then her lips she presses her lips & wouldn’t. . not cool. Honestly, I’m just glad no one seemed to be listening it. The whole thing felt super sketchy.“What did he want?” Becky asked with equal parts concern and disgust.I rolled my eyes, “Just more crap to clean and fix. I swear he’s a total slave driver.”We looked back to see him preoccupied with his food. “Ew. If that was my boss, I’d totally quit.”“He’s not my boss, Becky. Just-”“I know, client whatever thingie, Whatever, still, all I’m saying is if that was my boss, no.”We rejoined the.