“Well, that’s… interesting.” Reached over and locked her office door. She then reached for her purse and pulled out Davy, wondering if she could flip him on without creating an incriminating buzz. She took a risk and clicked the switch upward.
On the other line, Jennifer’s voice began to seem breathy. “Well, it appears you’re… dressed… interestingly yourself.” She wondered, am I the only one getting turned by the conversation?
Meanwhile she struggled to manipulate Davy into her skirt and between her quivering thighs. “Yes, yes… yes. Very interesting.” When Davy’s tip reached her swollen c******s, she had to cup her hand over her mouth to prevent telltale shrieks from leaking.
“Well,” Jennifer said. “If that’s… I don’t suppose… we have anything else to talk about. Until your client comes
