I step back and lean my forehead against the wall. Hands to my side hanging loosely. I need to clear my head, think about if what I am doing is wron...g. I am not touching her. I am not bothering her. She doesn’t even know that I am watching. Or does she? Is she looking over at me when she turns her head my way? Is it just her enjoying herself and she turns her head during her time of passion? That may be it…but it really seems like she is looking at me. Am I wanting her to be looking at. ." After a very long pause, she added, "because of you!" Me?" Yes Paul ... oh shit..." Her face was now red and I could see she was uncomfortable with our conversation. "Now I'm embarrassed; this is a discussion I swore we'd never have. Please go away." I just sat there and looked at her. I had no idea she felt this way. Finally, she thrust out her arm and barked, "GO!"I stood turned and wandered slowly back to my office, my mind in turmoil. All efforts now to get any presentation ready were. She showed up dressed professionally wearing black stiletto heels, a black pencil skirt, and a purple blouse with a cashmere trench coat. She wore a pearl necklace and earrings. Even with her sunglasses on I could tell she was making her displeased look. "What the fuck do you want?" she asked. "I told you never to contact me again." Have a seat," I said. "I'll stand, thank you," she said, crossing her arms. "We have something to discuss," my buddy said. "Make it quick," she said. "I have to be. Not with any force, but in a way that got her excited. Her moans intensified as I rubbed her clit vigorously. It didn’t take long before her moans went up a pitch and her legs began to spasm.“Oh fuck!” Megan moaned through breaths. “Harry you’re making me...”Before she could finish her words, her orgasm took over and engulfed her body. Her ass pushed strongly into my crotch, causing my cock to swell even more.I kept kissing her neck as she rode the orgasm train to its next stop. As her body.