Her nipple was hard and dark pink. She squeezed it and moaned softly. She had to know I was watching or at least listening. I started typing abo...t what I’d love to do if it was just the two of us in the office. She twirled her nipple between her thumb and finger and gave it a tug. I told her not to worry about answering but just enjoy. As I typed she touched. I told her to play with both her breasts and she pulled back her blouse and did. I almost came right then and there. She. Her breasts were bare to his touch, the blouse or shirt she was wearing was up to her neck and her body and legs open, were waiting for him. He was steaming and had no hesitation in getting between those open thighs and entering her and begin to fuck her. Out in the hallway, just after George fused the lights, he emerged from the cupboard and bumped into a female himself. ‘Now what have we here,’ he said as he pulled her towards him, letting her feel the instant erection he had gotten from. As I held up my hand, Peter moved the chair to one side, so that there was no obstruction between us. It was then that I noticed that he had a large bulge in his trousers. He was getting off on watching me squirm... There was hardly any light now in the office, the only illumination coming from the security lighting outside. However, this was enough for me to see Peter's bulging trousers, below his expanding middle aged gut and the worrying look on his flabby face. "Now, if you want me to be. Again I was dumbstruck and just followed her back to where her friend was. Her friend was sitting with her back to the bar and silently sipping from her glass. The light blue tube top she was wearing held up her breasts fairly well and let off enough cleavage to tempt the poor souls of men she targeted. Running down and gripping tightly to her legs was a pair of smooth black jeans, detailing every curve on her hips. Sitting with one leg placed firmly over her other on the stool. Her glass.