Next day I dressed for work, but also to get fucked.I put on a black sheer bra and a black thong which just covered my slit but left my landing strip ...isible.I put on a red suspender belt with a pair of black patterned stockings.I topped this off with a dark grey button up dress which came a couple of inch above my knees and some 4” black heels.By the time I’d dressed I was already horny and wet!Just before I finished work I got a text from Bill saying he was outside the bank, as it was dusk he. Her torment had mostly let up once Marty had gotten his hands on the power to turn the girls bisexual (if they weren’t already leaning that way) At the very least, the bullying had taken a different form.Now, every dancer had free rein over her. If they saw her in the hall, backstage, or even out in public, they could demand anything they liked of her.Anything.Over the last few weeks, Mandi had spent a lot of time on her knees, easing the friction between her and the other dancers.There used to. Anyway, there was one woman who I really liked, Hazel. She was well named as she had hazel green eyes, a cute face topped with long ginger hair. We got along fairly well and I had confided in her a few times. Nothing she could really use against me you understand at least not in the everyday work of the office.In contrast the rest of the office had always been really nasty to me. That was why I was sure that Hazel had the hots for me. Indeed, she would smile sweetly and her green eyes would. Finally she asked, “You love me?”I replied, “Yes, I’m pretty sure that I’ve been looking for you my whole life.”We got out of the shower and I wouldn’t let her dry off until I had a good look at her naked.Now I had seen my share of breasts. Those that sagged from weight or size were usually three inches thick or more. Her breasts were about one inch thick and longer than most.I took her back to bed, still wet and then I spent almost an hour working on her breasts. I convinced her that I really.