The shiver that had begun as he first penetrated her turned into a tremor that shook her body with the promise of relief. And as he held her in place...the tremor continued to shake her body, as she stood there impaled on his dick. She was so close now that she tried to move her hips to cause the friction she needed. But he held her still with his dick buried inside her. And as the tremor began to fade it threatened to take with it the promise of the relief it had almost brought. Just as she. The morning had been consumed with planning the farewell arrangements for her much older deceased husband. She had tried to act the part of a grieving widower and not act like she was glad he was dead, which honestly she was. Now she just wanted to get home and relax.As she slowed from almost 90 mph to under 10 mph the thought of the inheritance money being all hers sent a flash of heat through her body that was almost an erotic feeling to her. She took her left hand off the steering wheel. I cautiously ran down the hallway to the room that had been marked asthe jammer location and grimaced when I saw 'Mark Nimitz' on a nameplacard. 'His office...' I swore. I reached up and pulled down on thehandle though and found it to be locked. I saw an electronic keypad andhopped in the air and waived the guards' card on it, and was relievedto hear a click. The unlocked door opened up to reveal a mad scientistlab that would have made Amanda proud. Electronics of all sorts werespread. With my wet blouse and petticoat clinging to my skin, I thought I was exposing enough. My white blouse being fully soaked was practically nonexistent and the exact position of my brassiere inside was completely visible. Did I need to do more?I obviously did not have the guts to question the director and hence bent a bit and started rubbing my thighs with both hands and in the process my cleavage appeared very prominently over my wet blouse and also exposing the upper portions of my bulging.