We were going to go to her hotel room.She had really eased me with her easy personality. I wasn't feeling anxious anymore. I just wanted her so bad th...t moment. I wanted to hold her and press her body to mine and kiss her. I slowly took her hand. I wasn't planning to. But I could see she liked it.We got in to the elevator. And soon as the doors closed I pulled her slowly to me and kissed. This was all unexpected. I wasn't planning on doing anything until we were in the room. Even then I was. Being used to living alone, Mary was a little careless about her dress at home and on more than a few occasions, she found him peeping and staring at them. At first she thought, it must be only her imagination but when she observed and confirmed it, it excited her too in a strange way. In order to make sure that it was so, Mary sometimes intentionally let the pallu of her saree fall off while working, or sometimes did not button up her nightie properly, so that he would have a good view.. Getting information about these groups was almost impossible. There were web sites. These men were politically active, but, only their female names were known. All of the victims were of the local group. But the local groups didn?t want to communicate. They were afraid of being exposed to the general public. After all, they lived secret lives and didn?t want to be discovered. The only way any of these men ever allowed contact was by e mail. That is what the FBI finally did. They sent. I glided my hand up my stocking clad thigh, until my thumb brushed against my damp panties. Oh god, I felt so naughty. It was so bad of me to be touching my aching pussy with all my work colleagues so close by. Only my mystery man and I had known what I was doing. My fingers rubbed at my clit through my silk panties. It was so hard not to moan. My breathing came in deep, heavy breaths. I couldn’t get the contact I needed with my panties in the way, so with a mischievous grin on my face I slid.