If I fire her, she'll sue the company forsexual harassment. I'll lose my job, but I promise. I won't cheat withher or with anyone else. I love you ...nd no one else." I see. I still have a hard time trusting you. Let me think about it."Over dinner, Lesley brought the subject up again. "So I think I have anidea how I can feel comfortable with you working with that slut." Oh?" Yes. You'll find out. But you'll have to call in sick for a fewdays."I called in sick the next few days and worked. He began to use his fingers to grind her own against her clit, sending warm sensations of overwhelming pleasure rolling through her lower stomach. She moaned softly. She felt her hair being moved to the side. He pulled on her hair a little to tilt her head and in a quick moment, she felt the warmth of his lips on her neck. His tongue flickered over the sensitive skin. The sensations of his fingers and his lips drove her crazy. Almost unintentionally, she began to gyrate her hips gently back and. "Simon looked at him and then laughed again. "You had me going there for a minute." I am serious." He picked up an empty bottle and held it above the table. He took his hand away and the bottle just sat there floating in mid air.Simon reached up and touched the bottle. It seemed to be real. He ran his hands around it trying to find the device that was keeping it a foot above the table. Nothing. He couldn't get it to move at all. By now Simon was stone cold sober, he stood up and pulled the. His stomach touching my knees. His hands on my calves, caressing them, at first lightly then adding some pressure. With his body he forces me to open my legs to come closer. Not that he must force much. My hands on my thighs. I’m embarrassed. I don’t want to misunderstand and don’t know what to do with my hands. His eyes on mine, then on my mouth, then on my breasts.I love my breasts. They’re not too much but you can see them. A cup C.He starts to unbutton my shirt, breathing deeply, inhaling.