The irony of it! I was called to their desks multiple times under the pretense of doubt solving.I was greeted with slight brushes of hands on my back,...stomach, neck, arms, armpits. The brushes were getting harder with time. What started under the pretense of unintentional brushes soon became hard and heavy groping of my pussy, waist, nipples, ass, lips, neck, etc.It was almost lunch break and I was about to heave a sigh of relief thinking at least things didn’t get too much out of hand. I went. That makes me feel old!” Jenna laughs at her friend, and remembers back with fond memories of that night at the party. She had sat all night talking with Matt about life and the universe. No one had ever wanted to have such a deep conversation with her before, and she knew instantly after that night they would be friends forever. She would be eternally grateful to him for moving down to London when she had been offered the job at the gallery. She didn’t think she would have had the courage to. I didn't have to think twice dropped my towel and bold as you like joined them all i was worried about was john walking in but i was here now and intended to enjoy the show.I proceeded to lather up when bob the older of the two offered to wash my back wow i thought that didn't take long, ok i said and handed him my sponge and he gently scrubbed my shoulders and back it felt so nice, i could feel his large cock rubbing against me getting harder when his mate asked if he could do the front with. After closing the door, she began todisrobe as she walked across towards the bathroom for a much neededshower. On walking through the living room, she passed her flatmate whowas reading the latest gossip mag on the sofa. She looked up as Bettypassed by."Another hard day?" she asked, not caring of Betty's lack of clothing."Yeah, I tell you, the jerkoff's they let drive these days really piss meoff. This one guy today, didn't even look at me as he turned into me. Itwas like I wasn't even there.