After a few minutes of silent washing up she suddenly felt hands smoothing the denim of her skirt where it bulged over her ample bottom. Before she co...ld say anything, Tracy spoke "Oh don’t stop washing up Mrs Mitchell, I haven't told you that you can move, I’m going to stroke your gorgeous arse for a while, I've wanted to for weeks, ever since I started to work for you” then to reinforce it she said firmly through slightly gritted teeth "I said get on with your washing up!"Something in Tracy's. Surprising the guard for a split second, which was enough for Max to take advantage. Grabbing the guard’s wrist with his free hand, knocking the taser out of it. He then swung his other arm around to bury the pen into the guard’s shoulder. Reacting quickly the guard headbutted Max, knocking him back. Seeing he had enough space between them, he raised his right leg up, forcing his doc marten into the aggressor’s stomach. Max went hurdling into the wall behind him. The guard reached out for the. I kissed him as he refastened his pants."Thank you for the ride home. How about you come upstairs to my place?"He kissed me back before responding, "I would love to come upstairs."We walked through the parking garage, walking further up to avoid the front entrance and doorman. Once in the building, we quickly darted for the elevator. We lived on the twenty-second floor, and had a long elevator ride up. He pushed me against the wall and kissed me. I kissed him back until the elevator came to a. “Take me out.”“I will, but for now, THIS is how I’m playing.”“Fuck, I need more, Hun.”“I thought you said this feels good,” and my finger flicked across him again, drawing his breath.“Fuuuuck, yes…but…”I focused on the drop, and just a bit lower, not quite getting to his magic. His hip slid forward, trying to find that spot with my finger. I laughed, and followed his movements, not allowing him to lead. A few minutes of this, and I allowed my hand to flatten against him and wrapped my fingers.