Jub shadi khatam hui papa ne mujhse bola gifts jo shadi mein mile hai car mein rakhke ghar chor aao. Meine car mein gifts rakhe jo diggi aur back seat...pat aagaye the to meine bola kisi ko agar ghar jaana hai to aajao front seat khali hai.samreen boli mujhe jaana hai plz mujhe le chalo aur front seat mein beth gayi thori dur jakat meine uski thighs ko touch kiya to usne bola yeh kya kar rahe ho meine bola gear change kar raha tha aur woh door hokar beth gayi mein car bhout zyada slow chala raha. At 6:00 pm everyone else had left for the day. I undressed at my desk and put on my outfit, a black sheer bra, black panties, and a black apron. Around 7:30 pm I grabbed my bag and went downstairs to the lunchroom. I brought a few things to cook for dinner, and a six-pack of beer. While I was at the stove cooking my meal I heard the janitor’s cart rolling down the hall. He must have understood what I said this morning. I had my back to the door when I heard footsteps enter the room. A voice. She absolutely loves her boobs and nipples being roughly manhandled. She put her hand on Aryas boxers, on his hard cock. His boxers were tented and he was hard as a rock. After rubbing it for a while, she put her hand down his boxers and grabbed his cock, while using her other hand to reach out behind and grab mine. Breaking their kiss Arya bent forward and took her nipple in his mouth. I tilted her head to the side and started to kiss her passionately. She started to stroke our cocks, but. I knew I’d be chained to my desk all day and visible to few colleagues, so I chose skimpy material to cover my bosom and even scantier fabric to cover my bum. It was just too damn hot for anything more. Areola shone through the cotton of my bra and blouse. I wore a brown flouncy skirt and peep toe pumps in an attempt to fulfill the company dress code. But the sheerness crossed the line of professionalism, and I knew it. What I didn’t know body language told me. My co-workers, the men and some.