Linen clings ... jeans mold ... no matter ... it’s all fine ass.“Sheriff ... your wife is looking this way.”“Shit ... who is that woman?” he...asked.“Wendy Austin...”He gave me that look ... you know the one ... the one that says, “Don’t make me make you regret it.”“Wendy Austin ... Attorney at Law,” I said.“That is a lawyer?” He said, “I expected she’d be a centerfold.”“Exactly my thinking ... until she foxed me into marrying her.”That brought us BOTH to a standstill.The Sheriff made a simple. He continue to show me small guidance, but this time his hands resting on my inner thighs started to tap in rhythm to the strings I am pulling. However, I started to feel his fingers are inching closer and closer towards my pussy, but suddenly stop and begin stroking downwards. I was actually wearing a mini skirt with tight top. I look like a schoolgirl with lots of nasty desires, yet shy and quiet. I felt like this teasing is killing me, I might beg or do anything he wanted to be pleasured or. ” I couldn’t believe that the words that I had been thinking had slipped out of my mouth. Everyone on the bridge turned to look.“Captain, I can’t believe that I am saying this, but I agree with Eddie that this information is so unprecedented that getting it back to the Confederacy should be our top priority.” So I was doubling down on timidity, on the record. I was so spooked by this long mission, the screwy AI, and the weirdness of the big honkin’ ship, that I was looking for an excuse to bug. ....much to my frustration, he was clearly interested, often stroking my shoulders or hair, or brushing his fingertips against my skin just enough to make my pussy quiver with excitement, but all that changed one afternoon in July.The office was quiet, recession had slowed orders and staff had been sent home early for the day, only me, my boss and a couple of other girls worked away on the whole floor, I was tucked away in the far corner by the big windows sitting at my desk, I could just see.