Flashers, gays and middle-aged bosses are all she had met in this city so far. She sat at her desk that faced the window. Where are the men? she asked...the high-rise offices on the other side of the street, shaking her head. It was then that her mobile phone rang and it was Pippa.“Hi!” Pippa chirped, “you not going out for some lunch today?”Jennie started to tell Pippa the story about Mark in accounts when suddenly her eyes were distracted. The ropes outside of the window on the 25th floor had. As she did, they both saw that the rounded tip of his cock was right at the eight and a half marker on the tape. "You've grown . . ." she whispered, dropping the tape on his pile of clothes and reaching up to the top button on her blouse. "I guess so . . ." he mumbled, reaching up and brushing her hands away from her blouse. "Let me . . ."With trembling fingers, he slowly made his way down the front of her blouse until the last button was unbuttoned. Then like a little boy opening a present on. "Can I help you, sir?" he said with a voice so high pitched that I actually rose on my toes to look for the woman he was hiding. There seemed to be no one there and I smiled down at him just in case he was an incredibly ugly, unshaved female. Living on the edge teaches you not to be picky!He squirmed under my glare in what was either a brilliant imitation of a straight man being hit on by a homosexual or the real thing. Letting him off the hook I said:"I'll have your cheapest room and a bottle. I had then noticed from the corner of my eye that the action was not all on the screen! Your hand, in the gloom of the cinema, had crept between your uncovered thighs and you, Mary, were shamelessly frigging your naked pussy in public at the prospect of seeing what adventures might befall the girl on screen. I’d leaned further towards you and slid my hand along your smooth thighs, moving it upwards until it took the place of your own hand. I’d moved my hand in a steady circular motion over your.