Show him. Show them. Why are the decisions always on me? Why do they all fuck with me? They can’t fuck with me. Any of them.Panting, not at what I'm...doing, yet, but at the shadows and echos of the outside world and your 'real life', in your head. The moronic letch who makes obvious comments about your private life. The treacherous 'married' who, adored by most, sidles up to you and would 'accidentally' brush his grey-slacked penis against your arse in the coffee queue, if only his gut didn't. I slowly began to move my right hand towards her butt. I touched her butt slightly and I thought some type of electricity going through my body. I could not resist and I slightly molested her butt and slowly took my hand into her saree. She did not wake up. I began to move my hand inside her langa and then went inside her langa and touched her butt. She was not wearing a panty. I became really very mad when I started to molest her butt’s cheeks. I could not resist myself and put my finger into. The ones that were dressed started circling Sir Smiley with big smiles on their faces. Sir Smiley felt a stirring in his under garments. The rest of them dressed and joined the ones circling Sir Smiley.Sir Smiley broke though the encirclement yelling, “I must find the scepter!” When he arrived at the door, he encountered a woman looking identical to Soot. “Out of my way Soot, I must find the Scepter of Life. I’ve seen it here! Where is it?!”The woman says, “I am not Soot, I am Toot, Soot’s. “I was thinking, I’m actually meeting Dan for a late lunch at Mason’s at about 1:30 before he starts work. You’re welcome to join us, so we can discuss everything then, rather than you waiting on a phone call later tonight.”“Sounds good,” I said.“Great,” she said, hanging up. Her quick hang-ups would be something I’d have to get used to.My loins still throbbed with the need to release. I looked down at my pussy, the hair closer to my labia slick with my arousal. I looked back up at my computer.