Your hand disappearing under the table...jerking as i feel You applythe cube to my clit, rubbing it over and over it. You watch my face...stoppingas Y...u can tell im at the edge. Pushing the rapidly melting cube into my pussy,You remove Your hand and sip Your drink. I squirm on the seat, You smile at mydiscomfort. Mins pass..and You grab another cube..and do the samething...running it over and around my clit til You have me on the edge...thensliding it into my pussy. You do this over and. “It doesn’t matter. They got their hands on something. By the end of the week, they will have people swearing that you butchered these people with your bare hands,” said Rove.“Karl, you haven’t got a clue what you’re talking about. Out of all of us who made that drop, only one person made a complaint and he made it all up. He never witnessed a damn thing. He lied then, and if he’s behind it now, he’s still lying,” I told him.“So what? Pack your bags and go home. You’re off the ticket. Unlike with Alicia, we fell into a very relaxed relationship. I started leaving the door to my inner office open and he would wander in from time to time to see if I needed anything. He would stand behind me, laying his hands lightly, intimately on my shoulders as he looked at the pictures that I was viewing on the computer monitor. An easy banter built up between us as we commented on those pictures and some of the captions that always accompanied them. I started to really enjoy those. I could sense she was ashamed, maybe even slightly embarrassed to discuss it. But secretly it made me very aroused. I asked more questions."what didn't you like about it?" I asked."I felt like I wasn't in control, like I was being used as a toy..." she said as she looked around nervously."did he hurt you?" I asked."No, he just got too aggressive and I didn't have the willpower to tell him to stop." she explained.At this point I had an idea of what she meant, but I wanted to know. It really.