Thank God the apartment back in my hometown was still making me money in rent every month, otherwise I would've probably been on the street by now.On ...his particular evening, I was, as usual, at home by myself, but I had gotten so bored and tired of my sulking that I decided I'd go out. So I got dressed and headed down to the club which was just down the road from where I lived. Luckily, there was no closed events going on that night, so I got in without any issues.I got in and was having a. I wrapped the sarong around my waist and tied it in a knot. You could totally see that I was not wearing a bikini underneath it. I said let’s go. Everyone had seen us go into the bathroom so I knew everyone would see us when we came out. We open the door and began our walk back to our table. I could here the murmurs as walked. We go to our table and Jon and the girls had conveniently left the two barstools that faced the room open for us so that when we sat down everyone would be able to see. She licked her lips and rubbed her hands over his torso, her painted nails lightly scratching his skin as she stared into his eyes.He whimpered expectantly and she smiled at his inflating cock, still damp from their aborted efforts in the groundsman's shed. Her hands glided over his skin and swept across his tummy and his thighs. He closed his eyes and Fiona took a step to his left, brushing her hands against his cock. She nibbled at his earlobes and stepped back as she slowly walked around. " John rushed back to his cubicle before the secretary could see him asshe walked to the filing cabinets in the outer office. John was nervous, afeeling of upcoming doom pervaded his senses. Then he remembered themedallion in his briefcase. He opened up the case and took it out. As helooked at it, it seemed that Harriet Tubman was smiling at him, toencourage him on his journey up the organization. He put it around hisneck with the Harriet Tubman side out and a glow seemed to come from.