I pushed my hips slightly against her hand, willing her, but she just smiled at me. She started to move her middle finger, running it so softly over t...e silk of my panties. My senses were so heightened from the teasing that even the slightest touch sent thrills through me. She continued moving her middle finger over the fabric of my panties until she saw a wet patch through them, she knew how horny I was getting. Just as I thought she was going to take my panties off she stopped. I moaned in. "Have a seat," she said, indicating the now-terrycloth-covered chair. Gregg wasn't one to argue with a naked woman, so he sat where she pointed. She spread his knees with her leg and stood right at the edge of the chair. Gregg sat up straight so he was just under eye-level with her breasts. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed his cheek to her skin. He felt her hands play with the hair at the back of his head. With a gentle tug, she pulled his head back so she could lean forward slightly. His voice was deep, steady and very Australian. She blushed at her unthinking stereotyping when she realised she had assumed he'd talk with a heavy East Asian accent."Yeah, I'm fine; just a little frustrated." Frustrated?" Yeah, I..." she had meant she was frustrated because her orgasm had once again eluded her but she didn't think she should share such a detail with her rescuer. "My station is the next one and I just want to get home." Yes. Me too. Perhaps we should make a break for it." Well,. Bob McMullen strolled in and nodded to Brenda. 'Morning Brenda.' 'Mister McMullen,' she said, standing and feeling his eyes on her. He wasa lecherous bastard and, although he hadn't touched her yet, his eyes madeher uncomfortable. 'Coffee?' 'Yes, thank you.' 'What's all this?' McMullen asked when she placed the coffee and Daniel'sexpenses on his desk. 'Mister Weaver's expenses for approval. It's the last day before the booksclose,' Brenda said, obliquely reminding McMullen that Weaver had acted.