"Please, Stacey. We have to stop this right here and forget that any of this happened. This is not proper at all. We don't are not even supposed to be talking this."

"Stop stalling, Mr. Orton," Stacey said, and with another step she was standing directly in front of him as he leaned against the couch, unable to take his eyes off her naked body. "What do you think about doing to me?" He shook his head.

"Nothing? Okay, I will tell you." Stacey said. "When you were watching me just ...