I was laying on the sofa with my head on her soft lap. I could see her round boobs from here, when I tried to touch them she slapped me but I could fe...l her hands running across my chest.Soon she placed her hand near my boxer. I looked at her and she smiled at me. She pushed her hand inside my boxer and got hold of my dick which was not at all hard. She gently caressed it and massaged my balls. My cock was getting energized.She stroked it slowly and carefully making sure I was enjoying.. She reminded our class that if anyone wanted her feedback before turning this in on Friday, they had to read it to the class.Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Cindy Lewicky raise her hand to read her story. Cindy, along with Lynette and Jennifer, probably had the best grasp of this ancient but beautiful foreign language.“May I read my story here, or do I need to come to the front, Mademoiselle Auzins?” Cindy asked with hopes of being allowed to read it from her second to the front, window. Thoughts of how she would feel, taste, smell, how her touch would feel and how her orgasms would feel as she shook with my cock deep inside of her. Wicked hot.I slept so good that day, dreaming of the next shift. Hoping I would catch another pantie shot. The last pair was black. But I imagined she would look good wearing just about any color. BeforeI knew it, my alarm was going off and I had a huge hard on again from imagining her in different panties and out of them. I got ready and headed. It was Thursday evening, I had some unfinished work and stayed late in the office.Most of the people were left to home. I saw Shikha in her cubicle through the glass and went to her cubicle. I asked her, “Do you remember what had happened between us?” My words came out faster and the tone in my voice wasn’t friendly. She looked at me and wasn’t perturbed by my reaction. She replied calmly, “What happened between us?”“Oh, you don’t remember at all. You are just acting. I could have told this to.