Much to my frustration, he was clearly interested, often stroking my shoulders or hair, or brushing his fingertips against my skin just enough to make...my pussy quiver with excitement, but all that changed one afternoon in July.The office was quiet, recession had slowed orders and staff had been sent home early for the day, only me, my boss and a couple of other girls worked away on the whole floor, I was tucked away in the far corner by the big windows sitting at my desk, I could just see the. Bus apna kaam bngya wha pr ek horror showbhi dhikhate h, usme wo mere sath thi bilkul chipk kr, chlte chlte use dr lg rha tha, to usne mjhe kske pkd liya aur uskeeboobs mjhse bd rhe the mjge to mja hi aa gya maine bhi jaanbhuj kr andhere ka fayda utaya aur sahare k liye uske boobs ko dba diyaa, wo dri hui thi to kuch nhi boli, fir aise aise hi din khtm hua, hum sb thk chuke the to bus me aa kr bath gye, wo boli mjhe tmhare pass baithna h, maine kha ohk wo window seat pr baith gai. Hum bate krne. Her left handmoved up under her T-shirt to her nipple. Switchingfrom one cam to another and touching herself, it wasdriving her insane with lust. “Agh!” Then there was aPM pop up. Someone wanted to know if she had a web cam,if they could watch her.Fear washed over her and she was ready to close outfrom the sight. “How did they know I was playing withherself?” Then she felt silly. Her cam was off. No onecould see her. “What if they could?” A naughty chillwent. To listen to her talk about sucking cock, eating pussy, making love and yes, even taking it in the ass while I sat there visualizing her doing those things was killing me. Thursday was more of the same, but it was Friday that destroyed me and ruined my entire weekend. Her phone rang at nine-fifteen:Hello? Oh hi baby. Thinking of me? Ooh, how naughty. Don't be silly. No. I just wish it was Christmas. Because there is mistletoe. Because I could run around kissing guys under it. Do you think they.