Why me? You, you’re young and smart. Full of fun and beautiful, with a life and a buzz about you. Now you’re here, you can have your pick of any g...y you want? So why me?”She turned to face me with a look that set my heart racing even before she spoke.“For a smart man, sometimes you’re pretty dense, Peter Jones.”Probably the gentlest and kindest rebuke I’d ever received, as she continued.“For all the same reasons that the woman down the corridor loves you. You’re, kind and gentle, loving with a. She offered me water and I told her I am ok. After this, she switched off all the lights. She made me switch off my phone thinking I would record her or something.After that, we went inside her room. I told her, “Could you please take off your clothes and just lie down?” She lay down. I guess the most important thing is to make a woman comfortable in bed.Sex for me has never been about just fucking. It’s always about what a woman wants and how she wants to be pleased and try my best to make. I had better things to focus on - much better things. There it was, the wet pussy I saw from far away not too long ago. It was smooth with a thin line of hair in the middle of it running down to where the real action took place. I let my fingers slide over it while I worked my magic on her lips again.When I spread her lips with my fingers and rubbed them up and down her slit she moaned. A shy, yet crazy wild moan. Her pussy was still wet from the water but when I played by her hole I felt. That left me, Linc and Ryan alone in the conference room with Marcus. The tension in his body visibly left him and then he said, "Okay guys, relax. What's happened here today was unusual, at best. Oh, and by the way, the formality we were using was only because of the situation Wayne put us in. Kay, I'm sorry about what happened. None of it was your fault, don't worry about it." I'm worried about where it puts me here."Marcus sat down and we all came up to the table. "You've got nothing to.