Ms. Brooke changes my mind quickly by sitting fully back down on my lap and grinding herself on my hard shaft. She decides that we should retire to h...r bedroom. Leading me by the hand, I get to watch her ass sway seductively down the hall. Pulling me into her room she closes and locks her door. Telling me that the “no touching” rule is still in effect she begins to strip me of my t-shirt, pants and socks leaving me in just my boxer briefs. Instructing me to lay on the bed, she turns on her cd. God knows that job was boring enough. So just seeing her made my day that much better. But she was off limits to me. She was married with a kid. Had she ever told me that she was off limits? No. But I respected that arrangement and never thought about breaking it. As with most workplace friendships between men and women, we began to flirt. At first it was simple teasing, but then she became something of a confidante to me. I would let her in on my inside jokes and make her part of them. We. Oh my God, what was he doing? A hard squeeze and I gasped and whimpered as he gave a solid push up and then a firm pull down. Oh God, what was he doing to me? Hands cupping me again, another hard squeeze, again I whimpered. Fingers pressing into my breasts, scraping over my skin and rubbing my nipples. This is not what I had expected, but it was happening, and I felt powerless to stop him. He kept on going, and I started to lose myself in the intense sensations. Was this. That was my first thought. My second thought was thatthey should thank us, for expanding their reality, for showing them awider truth.With his arm wrapped around me, and mine clutching onto his back andtorso, he steered us down the street and to his car. I vaguely heard aman's voice from behind yell at us to 'get a room'. Approaching us wasa woman, her head down, texting. Every three or four steps she'd lookup, to see where she was walking. I watched her, and the next time herhead came up.