Then she moaned. Claire jerked my hand, and, feigning anger said, “You want to watch her cum instead of me?” Now it was my turn for the silent, sl... smile. Playfully punching my arm, she led me into her bedroom.Closing her door, she stood in front of her bed. From behind, I wrapped my arms around her, nuzzling her neck, smelling the clean vanilla scent in her hair. She took my hands from around her waist, cupping them on her breasts, half whispering, “I’m curious how much you remember of what I. “Who’s your friend?” I asked as I rubbed at my clitoris. “I don’t recognise him from this angle.”“It’s Theo from the coffee bar,” explained Janet. “I went down for a drink and he was just about to start his lunch break, so I asked him back here for a fuck. Say hi to Annie, Theo.”She paused in her riding and Theo stuck his head up and waved sheepishly at me, his dick still buried in Janet’s snatch. He seemed interested to see me with my fingers buried deep inside my vagina.“Annie’s got a lovely. We waited, looking into each other’s eyes before we both exited the toilets.She seemed to study my eyes, my soul and I seemed to do the same to her. Suddenly she turned and opened the door.I watched her arse wiggle as we left, just as I had done when we entered. Her red hair was just as vibrant; her dress still clung to her body in the most obscene way as she left the confines of the corridor for the bar.The only difference was that my spunk was now sloshing inside her knicker-less pussy;. "N-no. I-is your b-boss n-n-nice?" Robin pressed. It was getting to be agame of twenty boring endless questions, Cynthia decided."Oh yes he's really nice. Excuse me, I need to go to the toilet." Cynthiagot up and made a dash for the toilet as quickly as she could. At the lastminute she remembered that she had to use the ladies room rather than thegents. At the Mansion House there was no choice, but here in public therewere two doors. Something of her etiquette lessons must have sunk in.either.