His thoughts were interrupted by her tapping him on the shoulder. She let him know that it's time to work on something and tells him to grab a coffee ...up from the kitchen and fill it halfway with pennies from the jar on the counter. When finished he returns and stands in front of her, cup in hand. Motioning to the corner of the room she tells him to place the cup on the end table there. As he does this she begins to explain why."We're going to work a little on your movements and how you carry. Although she still practiced breath games, she longed to find some safe, well, relatively safe, way of indulging her desire to hang. It wasn't until the office supply company that she worked for opened a new store in the revitalized part of the old town that she found herself face to face with the opportunity.In the first day of moving in she had gone back to check on a delivery and found a couple of the young male employees playing with a ceailing mounted lift. They were using the control box. I wanted to turn and look again but I instead kept my eyes closed and concentrated on the feeling of my fingers dancing through my own slickness. I felt a slight breeze crossing my back as he moved closer.I pushed harder at my clit and thrust my hips back onto his crotch.I wanted his cock, I wanted him to fuck me and did not care where. But my long fingers were throwing me over the edge and I finally erupted in a terrific orgasm. Peter held me from behind, because my weak legs almost sent me to. Somehow, it was as if I could feel everything I was doing to her in my own body. It was as if I was fucking my own pussy, or frantically rubbing my own clit. I was getting off on her pleasure just as powerfully as if those acts had been done directly to me. We both kept cumming and squirting repeatedly.She got frustrated that I still had clothes on, so I took them off. My panties were already soaked, and the dress I was wearing wasn't in much better shape. We wrapped our sticky bodies around.