I refused to look at the package again, not wanting to torture myself with it's contents. Coming to the first intersection after leaving the parking l...t, I stopped dutifully at the glaring red light. What was my punishment to be? I wondered. Plug up the ass? Enema bag full of some horrid concoction? Drink his piss again?No, it couldn't be drinking his piss. He'd used that punishment on me once before and he'd know it wouldn't be as effective a second time around. Besides -- and here, I couldn't. While her front was concealed, the swell of her breasts from the side was obvious. “God, that’s heavenly,” Melanie remarked as she got off the table. She was careful to refasten the bra. But she didn’t want to put the blouse back on. Too much oil on her back, she said. It would stain.Joel said this was the perfect time for her to try out the hot tub; the hot water would wash off the massage oil. “You can keep your bra on; it’s just like a bathing suit top,” he suggested.So it was, that. What I noticed, though, was Kestrel, the lone woman in our department, walk by me for the standup meeting, pause, and then stand next to me instead of in her normal spot. I side-eyed the attractive young Indian woman, one of our university student work program placements. She seemed pensive, and flustered when it was her turn to tell the department what she would be working on for the day.After the meeting, she followed me back to my cubicle. I sat and looked up at her. “Yes... ?”She fidgeted.. Simon’s fingers slid out of my pussy and rested against the side of my leg. “Ma’am open the window all the way and keep your hands where I can see them!” He demanded loudly. I held the button down and felt the cool air rush in as my heart started to pound in my chest.He kicked a few cans at his feet that must have been left by the local high school kids, and peered into the window, fulling scanning my body. “Hmm so what do we have here? Drinking, littering, public indecency....”Panic was.