It was all nice and good, but Harleen wanted something more.
"Start fondling his stomach... don't be shy, stroke his sheath too, know his balls too. After all, you ought to know your way around with dogs if you want to be mine!"
Putting away the papers in her secure briefcase, the statuesque blonde pulled up her own skirt, showing off that she also forgone the panties... Stepping out from behind the table, she sat on its edge, legs slightly open, slowly fingering herself. Hopefully the smell and sight would entice both to more action...