I caught a bus into the town centre. The bus was jammed full, standing room only. Some guy, well I think it was a guy, touched my rear and for a momen... the hand tried to slip between my legs. My skin crawled at the thought of being groped by some faceless man and I tried to move through the crowded bus away from the questing hand but in such a confined space I had nowhere to go. Eventually the bus arrived at the centre of town and I got off with relief. Tomorrow I would have to look into. "Ok, what do you have in mind, but please be sure about this; I will not call our organizer and tell him not to talk to your workers!" Stan exclaimed."No I am not asking you to do this, obviously unions do not organize happy workers so if you are talking to our people then we have not done our job correctly, what I am suggesting is we will schedule to shut down our operations for two hours on the day of your choice and even supply a hall for you to meet with our employees in order to get all of. “Well that was sooner than I figured.” She says. Miranda reaches down and starts stroking me. With just the right amount of pressure. Her hands have me at full stance in two strokes. Next thing I know I feel warmth, wetness, velvety, tight, bliss. She’d moved her panties over and slipped me inside her amazing pussy without my knowledge. My instincts take over and I start to thrust in and out. “Y..yesss, veeery, niceeee coooock.” she moans. She kisses me, pulls away and looks down between us.. He stops standing right next to me. I have to tilt my head back to look into his eyes. He smiles but its back to a forced one. “Get some sleep. You need it. I’ll be downstairs. There are two guards outside every door if I’m not here. Good night” he says quietly. Ignoring what I said before. He looks down at me. He slowly raises his hand and runs it gently through my hair with a smile. He pulls back and walks over to the stairs. I watch him as he disappears down the staircase and out of my view..