She blushed slightly and she sort of stammered her reply, "Yeah, something like that."Brenda decided it was now or never so she scribbled down her mob...le phone number, handed it to Christine and said, "If you ever want to touch my bottom again."Christine blushed even more and got a bit flustered but took the piece of paper without reply. She got up from her seat, gave a half-smile and moved to leave the cafeteria but to Brenda's delight, she looked back over her shoulder before. Bending slightly I reached down to place the palm of my hand fully open on the outside of her lower thigh. I held it there for the briefest of moments. Encountering no reaction I began to slide my hand up her leg almost to her hip before smoothing her skirt by gliding it back down the same path. Her young firm leg felt cool to me and it was all I could do to control myself enough to allow my hand another same steady journey up and down that thigh. I wrapped my other hand around to her stomach. “Not yet. I only arrived from England, yesterday, so I haven’t had a chance to get anything sorted. If you have anyone you can recommend who can do print jobs like business cards, and the like, please give me their details.”She smiled. “Yeah, I have a young lady runs a print shop back of the Embarcadero. She’s good and reasonably priced, too. So, tell me about yourself, Paul. I have known several Brits, but none with your cute accent. Where are you from, exactly?”We then spent a pleasant hour. My eyes were watering. Pete asked how I was doing, I did my best to swallow hard before replying to mask my discomfort. It seemed to work because Pete worked my ass over harder and harder. I couldn't fight back the sobbing, my body twisted and jerked with every strike now. Pete had me get off him. I thought it might be over. I thought wrong....Pete moved my desk from the wall into the middle of the room. He told me to bend over. I didn't look at him as tears streamed down my face. He pushed.