Have I gone too far? Your body answers my question as your ass grinds against my cock with greater urgency. I can feel the heat between your legs... My fingers tentatively explore over the fabric of your panties and still your ass grinds against me. Are you awake? As my fingers probe your most secret place, I feel the wetness begin to seep through the fabric. Your body is awake. Wide awake. Your body is speaking to me of desire, and passion, and heat. My fingers slip beneath. I nearly fell off my chair at this point and really had no idea what she had in mind, however I was intrigued so I waited 30 seconds and followed her down the corridor to the toilet. When I got there she was standing in the door, she waved me in and locked it behind me "I don't think we should be in here" I mumbled still not really sure what was happening, "just relax and be quiet" she said and then pushed me back against the door.She then smiled and droped to her knees in front of me, " Hazel,. Pulling at the panties she raised them until they formed the most delicious camel toe he had seen in a long while. He was struck that she had almost a full bush but that the lips to her pussy were bare. He smiled at her and prepared to put his cock back in the boxer shorts but was stopped by her hand on his. She indicated for him to secure the door to the room. As he turned back from that task the young woman reached out and grasped his manhood. “Merde, c'est si beau, si grand!” she murmured.. I would probably have said something stupid or sufficiently off-the-wall to have Marge calling for the guys with the nets and the straightjackets."Yes, yes, Marge; I guess I must have eaten something at lunch that disagreed with me," I said lamely. Marge smiled at me and went back to the front desk. I turned down the hallway leading to the stairs and ascended to the second floor. I encountered nothing but familiar faces and smiles along the way to my old office.What I did NOT encounter was.