It was modern-looking, full of chrome and white tile, but he didn’t notice any of that as he pulled her inside the room and closed the door. She lea...ed back against the firm wall of cool oak as he took a towel from the rack, wet it, and handed it to her so she could wipe at her skirt. She did so in silence until Aidan spoke again. ‘Don’t tell me that you’re not afraid of anything when I find you tipsy in the middle of a party.’ She didn’t respond, just scrubbed harder at the spot on her skirt.. Now it's a challenge. Damn it…. Why did I wear such a short and flowing skirt? I can feel the heat of your hand through the thin material. As my fingers add more pressure on rubbing your cock, I can feel that your fingers are tracing the bottom curve of my ass, traveling towards the middle of my thighs. I jump a little, but luckily the elevator doors open again and no one saw. Your fingers now slip between my thighs, still on the outside of my skirt and you begin to rub your index finger. She's sweating."It was the fear of public ignominy. Those two office bitches who playfully quizzed her were sure to be there tonight. She hated being teased and she might get it from those two again, or Les, or even (God forbid!), Johnny. Every bit of her liveliness vaporized as the couple approached the door.The next five minutes was hell for Johnny, pure hell for Carolyn, distressful to Mrs. Johnny and educational for Les.The surprised hostess opened the door and the two rain-soaked guests. As Danni reached her bedroom door, she stopped and turned to me.'If you can hold off from playing with yourself for a few minutes, we want to talk to you – in our room, ' she said.Okay, I know she phrased that the way she did just to sound superior, and to deprecate what she only suspected I did. Unlike Mum, neither sister had caught me in flagrante, so how would they know, huh?Anyhow, I've known my sisters long enough to understand that what seems like a polite request (in case a parent might.