..wait I gif u money” he started to fiddle in his pockets again but could not find anything.“Ohhh... where's me fuck'n wallet?” he slurred with ... funny confused face.I giggled “You left it home...remember?”“Oh yesh...why you fucking laffing though?” he sneered.“Nothing I remembered a joke...” I said trying to placate my laughter.“Umhhh...a joke?...Funny ahaaaah” he started laughing, God knows for what reason, well actually, the reason was alcohol of course, or maybe he was just dumb.Then he got. I put my arms around his neck and swayed my body to the music.After several minutes I began to feel his boner rubbing up against me from under his costume. This was a welcome surprise since lately we both had been working so much we didn't have time for sex. I was slowly becoming aroused by the lump in his pants grinding into my crotch to the rhythm of the music. I ran my fingers down one side of Kyle's mask and kissed him softly on the neck.Suddenly, I had a wild idea. I took Kyle by the. After about 20 minutes, I mustered the courage to ask her: "Hey, this would be more effective without your socks in the way, can I take them off?" Her reply was "Yes, but won't you feel dirty, considering I was walking around the whole day?" Cuz, relax and let me take away all the stress from your feet, you deserve it after the day you had", was all I was able to blurt out before returning my hands to her soft feet. I gently pulled off her socks, one by one until I had her bare feet on my lap.. There was no room for discussion and she found herself complying as she began unbuttoning for him.She removed her jacket and he told her to put it over the back of her chair. Moving his chair around to the side of the desk, he told her to slip out of her skirt. He gasped when she did so. Her panties were minuscule; just a small patch at the front and a thin strip at the back. The top that looked so conventional when her jacket was done up was a flimsy garment with spaghetti straps and the.