Without waiting to see if he was alone or even still in she threw open the flap and rounded on him, stomping her little feet straight up to him. “Ho... dare you assume things about me! You don’t know me.” Sam was sitting on the counter with a satisfied, smug look that clearly said he knew she would be coming back. He nonchalantly slid down from the counter and leered at her as he reached down and slid down the zipper of his loose fitting jeans. Marie looked at him with wide eyes. “What do you. "Yeah, do you like it, Pet?" "Of course I do, Master, I got it from you. Thank you," she said in appreciation. "I'm glad," he said, pulling the collar upwards so she is once again standing in front of him. He pushed her against a wall, kissed her deeply and took hold of her wrists, putting them above her head. She shivered as he moved his hand down to her tights and slipped inside them to play with her soaking pussy. She moaned as he started fingering her g-spot. He looked straight into her. The man at the end of the table was hot. He had long brown hair, pulled back into a low ponytail. His eyes were covered by round, dark glasses. A deep purple, velvet jacket covered his bare torso, and his chest...oh my God...his sculpted chest was covered in thick hair. As the table was in the way, she could not see lower, but knew he either was not wearing any pants, or they were open. She stepped through the gate and into the courtyard. “Welcome! We must meet! I am Matt Hatter, and this. I work in an office and have a very boring job where there are a lot of slow days without enough to do. It's an open floor without cubicles or anything, so on these days I find myself sitting at my desk staring at the other people in the office. Most of them are gorgeous women, because the company's main product is cosmetics, but there are several good-looking guys also.One day I was wearing a tight, black, knee-length pencil skirt and a button-down shirt with a pink lace bra and matching.