I got harder and harder the closer to the office I got. By the timeI got back, I couldn't stand it anymore, I went straight into the toilets,not even ...topping at my desk. My hands were shaking as I pulled thepanties up, my hard cock being squashed by the lace. The feeling wasstunning, it wasn't a release but I did feel more comfortable, more whole,more turned on than I have ever been. The rest of the afternoon was ablur, all I thought about was the panties, but no mater how good it felt,I was. The coffee was slowly waking me up, but doing nothing to help me get sober. Not that I really wanted to, it might bring on a dreaded midday hangover.Oh well, I thought, getting up to grab more.After a battle with good and evil I returned to the couch with a glass of Baily's, rum, and milk. What the hell, I had the next two days off.Again I began watching television. After awhile my mind wandered back to the previous text about having dinner. I began planning outfits and makeup ideas in my head. But he was adamant that it had been his wish alone which had brought them here, and his fault that he had taken hurt. In the end Joanna gave way. Then they dressed, both in their various blacks, though Joanna could not put on some of her manly disguise to be seen here. It emptied a good part of his purse as he paid their bill and tipped the landlord well, saying how he looked forward to returning soon. He also purchased more victuals to add to those which Joanna had already packed. The landlord. Something about it, though, just felt wrong, and as flirty as she could be with him, she couldn’t bring herself to seduce him outright.Yet she couldn’t help watching him in class, following him with her eyes as he paced back and forth during his lectures. He was very interesting overall, which completely turned her on, not to mention his well-shaped shoulders, perfect for clinging to and scratching up. Then of course there were his strong thighs, his perfect little ass, and his eyes. God, his.