“No, no, please,” I sobbed as I frantically thrust my hips, disappointment at having nothing solid to relieve myself against struggling with the h...pe that someone would rub or touch or even slap me simply to trigger an orgasm and bring me a reprieve from my mounting frustration. Maureen leaned down and positioned her mouth next to my ear, her breath tickling as she whispered, “Is there something you want?” I tilted my head, eyes closed, unable to answer as she lightly sucked on my lobe. “Is. I handed him the bra and felt the cool air touch my nipples, instantly making them hard. I could see the slight smile on his face as visually examined my breasts. I felt humiliated and vulnerable. I also felt incredibly aroused. I unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped them very slowly, letting them slide down my legs. I stepped out of them, now clad only in my tiny pink panties. “Remove them,” he said firmly. Obediently, I pulled them down and took them off in front of him. He did not avert his. Brenda stared after the fast disappearing tram. "Bloody great -- Cynthia always does this to me. She picks up the best looking fella' then leaves me high and dry." She turned her attention back to Greg and me."Okay; so which one of youz is going to give me a bifter?"Cynthia and Brenda were from Liverpool; they lived next door to each other in the Croxteth district of the city, or Crocky as the area is known in Scouse, the local dialect. They both worked for Littlewoods Pools; Cynthia was a. "Dan, they wanted me to ask you if you'll stay on and do some training and some documentation stuff with them." Oh, be still my beating heart!" I said. Bill knew how much I hated paper exercises. "I still work for you? Or they hire me as an independent?" Either way," he said. "If I was you, I'd negotiate a better rate as an independent." I don't wanna piss YOU off, Bill." No skin off my butt, Dan. I leave at the end of the week next week. An' it's not like you're leavin' me high an' dry. Or.