Bella didn't dare to look up. She kept staring at the notepad and waited for Charles to let go of her. Her hand had become an unwilling participant in Charles’s devious mind games. He had took his hand into hers and guided it over his crotch. She tried to pull it away but he squeezed it tightly.
Having sensed there was something strange going on under the table, the speaker paused for a moment.
“Go on,” said Charles in a faint voice.
Trying to keep notes with one hand while Charles was rubbing the other over his erection proved too much of a challenge for Bella. The nightmarish prospect of having to perform a hand-job for Charles during the conference somehow tampered with her transcribing skills, however she managed to jot down the most important parts of the speech.
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