“If you want a dancer woman to take off her clothes then you have to make those garments heavy stuffed with cash.” said one man while taking out a...bundle and then showering her with money, after which other men follow.Still, in dancing mode, this mysterious woman swayed her hips while taking every note and stuffing in her panty. Getting a chair up, she got Nitin seated on it and then she got on top of him while pulling down her panty to reveal her butt to the crowd.But, just before the crowd. It subdued embarrassment, doubt and any moral uncertainties. This man wanted to see him naked. This man thinks that he, William, was good-looking. Though PBear could be a perv, the compliment nevertheless flattered William. And PBear didnt say youre hot or youre sexy like what a perv would say to women. He said you look good. It sounded more like a sincere compliment than a perverted comment. Wanking for PBear seemed infinitely naughty, but somehow that only increased its allure. William had no. Until the bulge became quite uncomfortable: I rearranged myself as I sat dreamily in my office chair. But no position would work! My throbbing shaft was rubbing painfully against the cotton and I was sure the material could not stretch any further!I quickly looked around the office. Jen was out at a meeting and was not meant to be back for a good few hours. Liz had called in sick. I sat there trying to convince myself that what I was about to do was okay, and that I would not be caught. I knew. "Times have changed," said Harry. "It's not the same job any more. I started when I graduated High School in '76. Nowadays, I'm saying 'Sir' to kids half my age who joined after taking law courses in College. Meg told me I should take classes after work, but with the shifts the way they are, I didn't have the time, and then the kids came along and I wanted to spend as much time with them as I could. I won't get higher than my rank of Sergeant. The problem is, with only 25 years in, my pension.