The bus stopped and then she moved her finger from my pussy lips to my rear entrance. She stuck it deep in my asshole, again through the thin material...of my thong. Suddenly she took off her long finger from my body and she got down from the bus…Later afternoon, I walked out from my desk to take the elevator.My Boss was calling me from his office at the tenth floor.My surprise was great at the fifth floor; when the doors opened and entered the elevator that same hot woman that had touched me in. “Nothing happened, you don’t know us that well.”“But I know Eric, and since you all came back together, and Eric was smiling, I know some hanky-panky transpired.”Kurt said, quietly, “Jesse, we need to talk, privately.”“Sure Kurt, anytime, like maybe after dinner we can find a quiet place to talk.” Jesse continued, “Speaking of dinner, have you met your training crew yet?”Kurt answered, “No, not yet”Jesse replied, “Well, since you haven’t yet connected with them, would you like to have dinner. .." I think you have, but they're not going to help you identify my costume." But isn't that a decimal point?" I extended my finger toward her left breast."I'm sure there's no decimal point there," she said as she swatted at my hand. I proceeded anyway; however, instead of pointing at anything, I placed my palm on the side of her breast and rubbed her nipple through the fabric with my thumb. It stiffened a bit under my touch, and as further confirmation of her position regarding the issue at. "You look so much like your mother." Randall's voice oozed. He wasn't pulling, but his touch caused James' stomach to roil."Let go of me, Randall." James demanded. She put as much force as she could behind the statement."Stop playing, Maggie. It's no big deal. You like guys now. It doesn't make you a fag or anything." The hand on her ankle pulled, trying to get her to return to the tub. James shook her foot, trying to dislodge his hand."Randall, you either let me go right now or I'm gonna hit.