Hey, you say quietly, and I follow you to your room. When we enter, I glance around. Theres clothes strewn about, some food wrappers and soda bottles,...and the sweet stench of weed in the air. You blush briefly, grabbing a few pairs of boxers and throwing them in a drawer. Your room is…um…cozy, I say, standing awkwardly in the middle of your room, looking around. Theres a bottle of lotion next to your bed, and my mind steps a toe into the gutter. Ill be right back, sit anywhere, you reply,. I feel like it's the classic battle of logic and emotion… I know I should not be here doing this, but I can't help being curious and how excited it makes me. There's something deep inside of me, something that I can't suppress that keeps drawing me to putting myself in these submissive situations.We exited the elevator back on the 24th floor and Megan led me to the next office."Here we are, Mr. Armagnac's office. I have some idea of what is going to happen during this meeting, and I have to say. I did and we all ate the cake. She was very close to me, hugging me and kissing me on cheeks every now and then.Well, shaila is 20 years old, fair, slim-curvy, 5.5ft, 32-28-30. Her dressing and hair is the most adorable thing.After 30 mins, when I was busy in phone with texts and calls from the other friends, I looked at her she was looking at me already and smiling.I went near her and slept on her lap. She started brushing my hair with her fingers. It felt good being on her lap after one year.. She will remember something that she has to do and she will leave us alone and let nature take its course."I wasn't at all keen on that idea and I said so. "How does that fulfill my fantasy - you fuck him and I don't get to watch!"Janet said, "Don't get mad at me honey, but I told Meg about your fantasy and she said it would be no problem. She will let me know what time Marc is going to be there and you can arrange to get there a few minutes earlier and hide in her closet."I thought about it.