Tease her

You probe Meghan with your fingers, opening her warmth letting her wetness flow. She writhes on your lap, groaning softly at your invasion of her pussy. She spreads her legs slightly to give you better access, glancing up at you, her face slackening with lust. Your thumb finds her clit, engorged and ready, and presses it gently but firmly, rotating over it.

"Oh God, what are you doing, Oh stop, oh please stop, Oh God John please stop," she pleads huskily as she writhes against your hand, pressing herself deeper onto your fingers.

With a sudden move, you take your hand away, and slide her off you lap. Shocked, she falls to her knees in front of you, her eyes wide and confused.

"What's wrong, did I do something wrong?" she asks plaintively, staring at your face. Her dress is still pulled up over her hips and her thighs are open, exposing her pussy. Now that you can see it from the front the mound is covered with a neatly trimmed patch of short fur, the color matching her hair. One of her hands is sliding gently across her pussy, stroking it.

"You used my name," you tell her coldly. "Now straighten yourself up and get back to work."

"But Sir, I'm sorry, please, I'm sorry," she pleads. "I was just excited by what you were doing Sir. Please...."