Pounce on Jenny

I reassure her by kissing her back. Her hands paw at my body, exploring my curves as I take her to the wall behind her. Next, I get down on my knees, pulling her skirt down with me.

"Morgan... wait."

"We don't have much time." I pull down her white, lace panties to reveal her shaven little slit. My tongue begins the attack as I reach for my remote, bringing my little friend to life. Jenny's moans fill the elevator before she cries "Oh God Morgan, I've been needing this for so long."

I can tell that Jenny, by the way your legs quake under my tongue. Your marriage has been doomed for years. It was doomed from the moment you had to go behind your husband to get the satisfaction that you crave. I insert my fingers, pushing Jenny closer towards what she needs.

"Fuck. Morgan, you're so good."

I look up, taking in the sight of Jenny McClaine at my mercy. She's quivering and moaning at every flick of my tongue and every pump of fingers. She knows I'm going to **** her to have an orgasm right here, right now, no matter whoever is listening on the outside. Right now, Jenny McClaine is mine.

Suddenly, her legs buckle, as she shouts "I'm cumming."

She begins to slide down the wall, finally succumbing to me. I remove my finger and watch her come down to my level. We meet, eye to eye, where she smiles, and starts giggling. I give her a kiss and say "You don't need that husband, do you?"

"No."

The elevator starts moving. I stand up as Jenny rushes to get her skirt and her panties on. I, however, take a deep breath, and plan my next move.