She knew she had to get back to her desk before anyone noticed that she was missing. She cleaned herself up and straightened her skirt and returned to...her desk. The air on her bare, damp pussy felt exhilarating. She could feel that her face was flushed as she tried to compose herself and wait for the next set of instructions. She got no work done that afternoon. She regularly squirmed in her office chair. Her pussy was in a constant state of excitement. She could not control herself. She needed. I guess the alcohol had loosened my tounge somewhat… “You know I always wondered what it would be like to kiss a girl with thick full lips,” I said. Since this physical trait was in predominately black women I just knew she was going to take offense. At the very least kick me out of the room, at the worst think of me as some bigot and I would lose a good friend of many years. The silence seemed to last forever, but it was only a few seconds. “Why. You suck in air through your teeth as you press a pad of gauze to my breast to stop the bleeding, "I know baby I know. But it's over. The worst is over."I take a deep breath in and nod again, "yeah.." "Here," you start tugging on the buckles that are securing the cuff to my right hand, eventually freeing it and placing it over the gauze. "Hold this for me." You step away to throw on your sweat pants and use the controller to lower the table so I am lying flat on my back again. From there, you. She dragged me by the hand to the bathroom. She was so excited and told me she could not believe I was here alone! I agreed with her this had never happened before, but the hockey game was a big deal to my man. I told her how upset I was and had gotten my hair and nails done for this party. She seemed to eager about something. Then she told me that she got the text a hour ago from my man. She told me that he had asked them to watch over me and make sure that I didn't play too hard or with.