As he continues to play with her pussy as he imagines the old man did, Jenny starts squirming about and lifting her buttocks up several inches from the desk as passion mounts inside her. It is a combination of being touched and the sensuality of being in this position at the mercy of her boss. For his part he can't believe this is happening or could ever happen as much as he always wanted to get a good look up Jenny's short skirts when she sat opposite him in his office to discuss work. One day as she crossed her legs he thought he saw her pussy without pants but dismissed that notion as ridiculous.
If we were to kill everybody who hates you, it wouldn't be murder; it would be genocide!