Gina stood in the corner waiting for Jim to call her to his desk. Once again she contemplated what was to come; the pain; the humiliation and indignit... in front of a stranger. “Come here Jones!” Jim called. Gina turned and walked to his desk. “I see there has been no improvement in your work or behaviour” he told her. Gina looked down at her shoes and shook her head. “She obviously hasn’t learnt her lesson!” the man on the settee said. “Apparently so”, Jim added. “How was she punished last. I said the coffee tasted sweeter since it was from her.Saif: Before the interval, it was your turn. But now it’s mine.Fareen: Do whatever you can do here.I started to kiss her. I inserted my hand inside both her blouse and skirt. To my surprise, she was not wearing the bra and pantie.The sexy Muslim milf smiled and showed her handbag. She had removed both her bra and pantie in the restroom. I started to insert my fingers into her vagina and she started to moan.I was doing it harder, she was. This way.”He followed her down a long line of red leather booths. The women at several tables eyed him as the couple passed by. It didn't help that his flashy purple suit drew attention naturally.“You not gonna be long, right?” He asked as they closed in on the restrooms.“Nope. Just a few. Wait right here” Shireen instructed before strutting down the short hallway. Markus turned and leaned against the wall.Directly opposite him was a table seating three, large, white women. Calling them large. Just then the elevator door opened. The man tore his gaze away from her and looked up at the indicator above the door. “Sorry, guys. This is our floor,” he said as he guided her out of the elevator. She could hear a faint groan coming from one of the men left in the elevator. She waved to them as the door glided shut. The man looked down at the woman beside him. He took one of her hands and touched her fingertips to the budding nipple sticking through the fabric of her dress. She used those.