It certainly grabbed mine.Since that day, had I masturbated to thoughts of Lacey? Of course. However, the notion that this late twenty-something would...entertain the thought of rolling around naked with a VP from the office, seemed as ridiculous as you might imagine. Lacey has the type of teenaged-sized breasts that are seductively deceiving. Sometimes you’d catch a glance and they exuded sensuality-- prominent and perky. At other times, you might pass her in the office and they seemed to have. "Wait!" she says. I turn to look at her. "You weren't disturbing us. Would you like to meet my friend?" Her look is beseeching now."OK" I reply. She leads me to a point in the hedge and crawls on hands and knees in front of me. Her tiny skirt has ridden up and I can see her wonderful slim arse. Behind the bush we are crawling under is a natural clearing. Close to the bush is a blanket and a young lad is sat on it. He just wears shorts. He looks embarrased."This is George. I am Rachel."I say. Of course, none of these jobs were in any way physically demanding or ‘dirty’. No plumbers lived here, or truck drivers. These people did the jobs that required Saudi natives, but ones that actually needed a paycheck. Customs officers, translators, sales clerks, legal assistants and hospital administrators lived side by side, street by street, block by block. There were some mosques and shops, but no parks and very few amenities. Most houses were walled off, but that was simply so that the. . stop being a pervert woman. I open my eyes, I'm met with his crotch, um ok maybe I should close them again, you can definitely tell there's no underwear. Wait a minute he's totally got a semi on, wow it's pretty big, wonder what it's like hard. Oh my god stop it, close your eyes. He moves to my legs. Starts at my feet. God it feels so good. Oh shit, did I shut the drawer? Fuck he can't see in there. It's like I own shares in a sex shop. "Just relax, you've suddenly tensed up" Ha ha glad he.