I begged please tell me what happened, so she did, in much more detail than I expected. She explained the first time they had worked late through the ...night on a project to be delivered. The next morning she went home and he suggested coming up to seeing his new apartment. She went straight from the office still wearing the same work clothes from the evening before – a very sexy orange dress, with a v-neck to show off her cleavage and showing a bit of leg. As she was admiring the view of the. It is wrong! That's too close to i****t. I won't--Ahhhh!" Peter must have finally touched her clit, but then he stopped again, and just looked at her, waiting.Marion placed both her hands next to Peter's head on the bed, and brought her face close to his. David could only imagine the serious look she was giving him. He had to strain his ears to hear what she said."Fine, if you want to hear me say it that badly... David." The sound of his name as she sat atop Peter was like lightning running. Quickly they darkened with my salivaand her secretions. Feeling her through the thin material amazingly well. Betweenthe fleshy mound and lips I could feel the hardness of her clit and was rewardedby a groan as she arched backwards. Her hands began grinding me against her.Trying to give pleasure as much as I could but I had to accept my passive roleas she ground my face over her covered sex. Using me. I wanted to be used thisway. I wanted it so badly. Her aroma filled my nostrils, her taste. He told me hewouldn’t do a thing if I kept talking. He teasingly called me a bad girl. With my lips I soundlessly begged for a kiss, andthis time he gave it to me - full of passionate hunger and desire. I let out a small whimper."Hush, now," he said. "That's bad. And you know what I do to bad little witches." I shook my head, and he acted surprised."Don't you? Well, well, well...how about that." Through my slip, he lightly traced his finger around my nipples, one at atime. He asked if I'd like.