It was no surprise to me that Linda told them about my dressing,and wanted to present me to them.All of these women tend to dress for work in a simila... style. I call itthe "I'm ready for combat, but don't forget I'm a woman" look: A lot ofblack, high collars and low, wide heels. Often they wear boots, pantsor both. At the same time, they accentuate their boobs and figures.Never have I seen any of them in clothes that are frumpy or slovenly.Sometimes Linda invites her friends over for an. Up until one quiet and rainy day we had never touched each other, apart from the very first time we met when we shook hands. Ever since then we had both kept a bit of distance.I'm not sure what is was but that day she would place her hands on me at every opportunity she could get. I was stood in front of a bookshelf, organising the books into alphabetical order when she snuck up behind me and placed her hand on my shoulder, she asked what I was doing and as I answered her, I felt her hand. ”Again, I was caught off guard, standing there it took me a minute to regain my composure. Once again it was too late, and Frank had already walked off before I was able to say something.What the fuck was going on? It was like that I was in an episode of the Twilight Zone. The girl from earlier was an unknown, but this was someone who was supposed to be a friend.Walking into the lunchroom, it felt like I was being watched. Lost in my own head I wasn’t even really paying attention when I got a. Then she lowered her head and went back to lovingly sucking her partner’s dick.Lacey and Bob emerged from the bedroom first. They found Dick sitting in an arm chair, reading a book. Both had put on robes, but that was all.“I seem to have pushed everybody over the edge,” said Dick, dryly, looking up from his book.“Where are they?” asked Bob.“Ronnie and Bernard are in there,” said Dick, pointing up towards Ronnie’s room. “Len and Jessica were in too much of a hurry to leave the sauna. We probably.