I went near her and then in a quick action I pulled her up vertically by holding her under the bun. Her bun squashed against my arm while her boobs hu...ng above my eye level. Then I moved towards the table and dropped her over the edge of the table so that she is comfortably sitting over it. She sat there with her legs wide apart and hands spread out as a support on the table. She had an inviting look on her face.I was at this time in just my white shirt and nothing below. I moved closer to her. I pulled on each nipple with my finger tips and rubbed over them, sending lightning bolts straight to my pussy. I didnt even have to ask for more tips as I kept playing with myself, they just kept coming, getting me hotter and hotter in my seat. I kept grinding my ass in circles down on the chair, my hips having a mind of their own. It must have been noticeable because everyone was raving about how my body moved, how they thought I must be a dancer or something. I started to giggle again when. Prolonging the bittersweet agony before just very, very slightly brushing my clit with a fingertip. Oh God, it feels so nice ... you feel so nice and those fingers gently, oh so gently touch, stroke, caress.I need you so badly ... why aren't you here? It should be your fingers taking me on that neverending journey of bliss, your lips I should be feeling .... cool on my hot skin. God, to be able to grasp that cock of yours now, feel the silky smoothness of the skin over the hardness of it, mmmm,. I wriggle, caught between Grant’s stiffness and Anita’s manipulations, pushing surreptitiously downwards with my groin in an attempt to fix myself more fully upon the substantial cock that rears upright so temptingly between my widespread thighs. “Naughty.” Anita smacks my pubis, a single finger catching my engorged clitoris, sending me spiralling uncontrollably towards ecstasy as slithers of pleasure stab throughout my lust crazed sex. I am so ready, so eager and so desperate to be fucked.