I reached there and the elevator reached the ground floor and automatic door opened. I directly jumped in the elevator and pressed 9th floor. Where i ...ooked back to face the main hall, every1 had left like everyday and most of the lights were off. After a big thought, nadira also stepped in. There was a big silence while we moved up to 9th floor. As soon as the door opened, i asked her to move out first and then i got out. She paused looked at me, i felt later that she was trying to say. “What’s with that look?” She asked playfully, her smile never wavering. Suddenly her eyes changed. It was like she knew exactly what I was thinking. She knew I wanted to fuck her.“Let me see your hand.” I said.She extended her arm without hesitation. Her hand hung limp. It was small, pale and plump. Her fingers were tiny, almost stubby. Her nails were painted a deep, metallic purple. Even though they were small, they were still beautiful. They were half the size of my own. When these tiny. Slowly and precise, after some brief seconds, it makes contact with your hardened, swollen clitoris and you hold your breath in excitement. You trace your left fingers up from between your unfold lips, slowly, creating a nice trail of moisture up from your body to your extended clit, and from there to your hard, thick, long dildo. Then you push, you push the realistically shaped head of your instrument against your own little love button. You groan in amazement and you slip into sock, feeling. Tears were beginning in her eyes. Winifred wasn’t sure if she was angry, but she was definitely frightened. Very timidly she passed her shirt over the top of the stall door, surrendering it to the man. It disappeared swiftly. He now had her helpless.“Now your brassiere,” he said. Winifred guessed he was mature otherwise he would have said bra, but that didn’t matter as her brain raced tried to think of some argument, some way to reason with him, but she was fearful of angering him. She decided.