’ I said and flipped the lock and ran from the bathroom. I almost tripped on the way down the stairs, but I just needed to get away, and I didn’t ...are who saw me. He ran behind me, calling my name and trying to catch up with me. I saw Krissy looking at the edge of the dance floor into the crowd, looking for me. ‘Krissy,’ I screamed. She turned and looked at me, saw me running and immediately ran to my side. ‘I need to get out of here, now!’ She only nodded and we started toward the door. . Uff I delivered all the info from my story. Sorry for the lengthy info, now let’s jump into my story.One morning I was alone at the shop and expecting Savi to come anytime. Yes, she came with the red chiffon saree, a transparent saree tied below her navel.And that was enough for my inner mind. My dick saluted her navel. I was in shorts that day and my dick which was saluting could be easily spotted by her.She saw me staring at her navel but didn’t mind. She saw my boner too after that and. I never actually used it though but I really wanted to. The real reason I hate Christmas is that everyone else seems to enjoy themselves and have more fun than me, especially Melissa, my wife.oOo I was standing at the bar of a private company party, making polite conversation with a gorgeous redhead called Emma and her partner, Chris. Neither of whom I knew. It wasn’t my Christmas party, it was Melissa’s. Emma did catch my eye, on one or two occasions where it drifted to her cleavage, but she. Then, as he tongue-kissed me hard, his hand roughly forced itself under my bra cup and he began feeling up my breast skin-to-skin. No one had ever done anything like that to me before, and I felt a mix of emotions. I felt guilty that it felt good, but simultaneously frightened that this large Black man's long fingers were assaulting my virginal body. I am not sure when it occurred to me that I had stopped fighting and was putting up only token resistance. But by the time he had undone the belt.