I watched him look around the table, making sure everyone was minding their own business and thankfully they were. His hand covered my own as I began to wank him over his pants, enjoying the feeling of his growing erection against his expensive dress pants. I could feel him lift his hips up every so sightly to meet my hand.
Every now and then, I would hear his raspy voice grown softly and I would smile over my glass of wine.
His own hand that rested just above my knee, make its own tail up my thigh, similar to my own, only he began to dip his hands downwards and I spread my legs open, until he met the wetness that was pooled there.
He groaned again but this time, it wasn’t so quiet, and he coughed to cover it up, making me laugh.
I parted my hands from his groan and used that hand
