I hated that he could do that to me, make me tremble with the sweetness of his touch, his handling of my p***y, but my p***y wasn't plagued by such ambivalence: it loved it, reveled in it!
"No b***h embarrasses me and gets away with
it! None!"
He let go of me for a moment and I swung around in time to see him unzip his pants and pull them along with his boxers down, stepping out of them.
His jacket was already off; he now pulled off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt quickly; it joined the jacket on the back of a chair. He turned to me and smiled a hard, mirthless smile that didn't reach his eyes.
I made a dash to the door, tripping on my
skirt, and remembered my state of undress. I swung in the direction of the bathroom that was attached to the conference room. If I got in there and l
