Sometime we gossip late in night since her boyfriend might be busy.slowly I started coming close to her, like while going for shopping with her I hold...her hands,some time hold her by waist when we will be in heavy rush areas,she doesnt mind me doing all this.i used to compliment her whenever she come to office in new dress as she ask me how am I looking, I used to reply like hot,sexy. This went on till a year after which my luck favoured me,once we had annual meet in our office and all girls. Both Miss Jenna and Mrs Patel “work activity” was embedded in my mind. I got hard instantly despite the morning wood.My mind had made up a scenario where both Mrs Patel and Miss Jenna was with me in the shower. I slowly stroked my dick while imaginary Miss Jenna came and hugged me from behind, her dick wedged in between my soft ass cheeks. She kissed me right behind my ears and all the way down my neck, her dick throbbing near my ass.Mrs Patel was standing under the shower handle, water. 'I don't care! I love it! I've never felt so good about myself before! I justwant to shout it to the world!''You're not going out like that Harry. I'm telling you now, there's noway...'But it was too late: Handbag in hand, the frenzied Harry had already beguntottering down the stairs, running for his car. She only just managed to keepup, climbing into the passenger seat before Harry slammed his high-heeledfoot to the floor and they were off to who-knows-where.In virtually no time at all they. After a few weeks of these daily sessions it finally came time for me to prove how well trained I was becoming. He continued to routinely use me as his personal toilet, training me to squat down instead of dropping to my knees so that I wouldn’t ruin my stockings. It became habit and instinct to assume this position no matter where we were or what we were doing. Upon hearing his command it was like my body responded and I was just along for the ride, swaying my hips towards him, squatting down,.