Speak up

You decide it’d be best to ask if she was holding up alright, going as far as to pointedly mention her squirming and it’s growing frequency. Jennifer snaps her head towards you, having had been distracted with slowly grinding herself into the chair.

“Y-yeah, I’m all good.” Jennifer squeaked out. She’d felt a deep embarrassment having to tell you about the growing itch, no matter what you’d told her about maintaining a professional stance. Her face reddens as she stammers out unconvincing reassurances, all while one hand drops to her thigh. You pretend to take notes as to not startle the woman behind the glass, and watch as her pinky finger slides up and down her crotch.

Jennifer could feel her ears burning, the itch in her pussy was getting more intense by the minute and with your eyes on her it felt as though she was under a microscope. She whimpered as she felt a particularly hard nip on her mound, right where the two lips began to separate. Glancing at you and deciding you’re not paying attention, she quickly spreads her legs as discretely as possible, fingers pinching at the fabric covering her irritated cunt. This quick reprieve only seems to make it worse. Jennifer let’s out another whimper, followed by a grunt as she felt the itches flair up when she tried to remove her hand. She opts to instead clench her legs as hard as she could and envision her soft thighs suffocating the little creeps in her panties. Suddenly she stands and begins to pace, wringing her hands and shimmying her hips every other step. You could even see her fingers reach under the waistband of her smart slacks and grab her panties by their waistband. Watching intently, you record get every move she makes in her attempt to hide her predicament from you.