You are writhing more on the bed as I feel you try to move your hands, but I have them together above your head on the bed, just holding them down in ...lace. My hand slips up above your panties by your pelvis, then you feel is sliding underneath them. You feel the direct contact of my strong talented hands over your pussy and clit. As I rub them more intensely, varying the angle and circling at times, my kisses work down your chest to your nipples. You sensitive nipples are standing at. .. we're the last two in the building' . 'Better safe than sorry' I said crossing swiftly to the door, looking out into the empty open plan office and pulling the door shut for the second time before turning the key in the lock. She stood in front of me as I walked back to my desk. Reaching over my shoulders, she eased my suit jacket off and hung it up on the back of one of the conference chairs around the polished teak table in the corner. Without a word she carefully untied my tie and. .. I think Bobby Fisher left it in my room." said Denise with the usual lethargy that accompanied anything that wasn't drama, seducing hunky boys, or getting double-teamed after too many shots of fireball. "How do I look?" She turned to Claire for critique, but she really wanted affirmation that she slayed... and she did slay, but at times it was overbearing. Denise would turn any eye at the party on a regular day, but in those booty shorts and fishnet leggings the guys would be cross-eyed. I was imagining myself with Melody and putting my face between her amazing breasts. I recovered quickly in the shower. My cock hardened as I soaped it. The bathroom door opened and entered Tina. She stumbled over on her tippy toes, she looked worn out and her makeup had run down her cheeks from her sweat and tears. Tina slumped down on the toilet. Her sloppy farts echoed in the tiny bathroom. She had put her face into her hands after I asked how she was doing. At first, I thought she was.