Lean over to Sabrina’s side of the table

You are pressed up against the wood panel, but Gemma’s foot is still swinging inches away from jabbing you in the shoulder. You need to move out of the way before she gets any closer!

There is no room to maneuver in this small space so you can only hope that Sabrina doesn’t mind you getting up close to her again. You squeeze your way around, wriggling and shuffling as discreetly as you can to make your way back onto Sabrina’s lap. Gemma’s kicking is going full **** now, oblivious of what it could potentially hit under the conference desk.

Sabrina’s body goes rigid the moment you make contact. You freeze with your head on her lap. A hand slowly slides under the table, then makes the “why?!” gesture.

Unable to talk to her directly, you carefully slide out your phone. The backlight brightens up the under table, so you hope the lighting in the room is bright enough that no one notices. You shoot Sabrina a text to explain your situation.

You: Gemma kicking under table. Needed to move.

Sabrina’s phone vibrates, causing everyone to go silent and, you assume, turn to look at her.

“Sabrina?” Mr. Furman states cautiously.

“I’m sorry, sir. I’ll turn it on silent,” Sabrina replies, sounding very embarrassed. The phone soon appears under the table where Sabrina uses it to bonk your head a couple of times.

The meeting continues and Sabrina takes the opportunity to check your message. She subtly sends a reply.

Sabrina: Well, since you’re already down there… (wink emoji)

The woman is an insatiable minx! Being on the edge of getting caught must be turning her on! You happily appease her wishes by easing her knees apart and sliding her hand up her thigh. She shifts in her seat nervously.

When you press her finger against her warm mound, she makes an audible gasp. You try to keep it slow and gentle so that she doesn’t make embarrassing outbursts during the meeting. Your fingers gradually sink into her and start to rub back and forth in a steady rhythm. Sabrina lets out a soft sigh.

You can feel Sabrina’s muscles tense and relax around your fingers. It’s already warm and juicy. You can only imagine what type of face she is making in front of a room full of lawyers while she is getting fingered. Knowing her proclivity to exhibitionism, this must really be getting her off. You decide to up your tempo, working your fingers in and out quicker and deeper. Her legs squeeze around your arm. She stifles a yelp and jerks her knee. You lean in to keep her from kicking up the table. Her entire lower body feels like it’s vibrating now. She makes tiny spasms while doing her best to remain still in her chair. You squeeze her legs affirmingly. She creams over your hand and possibly on the leather office chair, but that’s something to take care of after the meeting.

As you hold Sabrina still, you feel something brush along the back of your hand. You glance over and see Gemma’s leg.

“Oh, sorry,” Gemma murmurs to Sabrina.

“Huh?” Sabrina replies, still coming down from her latest climax.

You feel Gemma’s leg move back and forth, rubbing against you more firmly now. She’s suspicious! You need to throw her off your scent before she peeks under the table!