He was secretly listening to a particularly interesting story when someone tapped him on the shoulder. When he turned around he saw Benny. ‘Aren’t...you supposed to be delivering those drinks,’ Benny said with a smile. ‘Uh… yeah.’ Then he lowered his voice and said, ‘These conversations are very interesting. I got some good stock tips.’ ‘Stock tips?’ Benny laughed. ‘You have to have money to act on stock tips. You don’t even have enough money to fix your car yet. Besides, you’re missing the. She walked over to him and held her hand out and introduced herself - then she asked what he was drinking and ordered him another - this was her way of taking control and let him know she wasn't there to play with him. He took the drink and thanked her and then asked about the guy she was just with. I am still sitting in the same seat and as she points to me I raise my glass and nod my head. By now if he didn't get it he would in a second when she moves close to him and pushes her tits on him. "What are you doing, Mr. Steve?" you playfully asked as you pushed your ass back onto my finger. My only answer was to curve my finger downward, feeling for that one special spot. Upon finding it, I pressed the fingertip down, gently messaging the rough, sensitive surface. Placing your hands down flat on the carpet to steady yourself you moaned, rocking your ass back and forth towards me. I could smell your arousal. I watched the white cream, coating my fingers. The muscles of your ass. His dick made me drool. I was swimming in spit and I wanted to laugh. He was getting his monies worth. I had no clue I would love being a call girl. This was a wake-up call for me. Most men would've busted a nut with me in this situation. He wasn't most men. No wonder a desk pet only worked for two weeks. This fucker could break a woman's jaw. The more I got into it the more he pulled back. He wanted it slower but I didn't care. I'm a woman who can usually make men fuck her stupid after I get.