I began stroking my cock through my pants right in front of her. I knew she was wet and I had a good idea what she liked.“This is what I was doing t...he other day, Shamita, when I was hot for you – stroking my cock just like this. Does that turn you on?”“Fuck, YES!” Shamita breathed, “but we can’t do this. I already feel guilty about what we did. I’m dating your brother!”“What’s the difference between having phone sex with a stranger and having phone sex with me? It’s just fantasy, Shamita.” I. Her intensions - absolute.She fucked him silly.She drank him dry.She teased him mercilessly.He loved every second of it.At the height of it all...She left him "hanging" and went back into the dance club.When inside, she walked back to the employee's private table.The employees didn't know where their fellow employee was but afterlooking at her, quite frankly, they didn't care.They could guess what had happened.They could see that her hair was a little messed up. They noticed theleft shoulder. She reached over and pulled the covers off me without saying a word and there I was with a raging hardon under my tighty whites, could not hide it.She looked and asked if that happened all the time and I said, yes then she asked what I did about it. I looked at her and with a stupid grin said do with what. She took her hand and put it on my cock and said “this”, I didn’t know what to say or do.She told me that what was about to happen was never to leave the bedroom or there could be BIG. She drew in a steadying intake of air. “I think you know I’ve been dying for this to happen,” she responded, uncertainty and desire warring in her expression. He smiled in response, and his hand left her cheek to begin stroking up her thigh. She started quivering, her entire body on fire, her pussy already soaking her panties and into the chair. His other hand drew her chin up in a gentle grip and he kissed her lips in a firm ferocity, sending her into emotional turmoil. His lips gently bribed.