When I opened the door I saw the guy that is staying next door to my room. He's a foreigner and he just arrived about a week ago. I've only seen him a...few times and each time he just stares at my boobs. I don't mind really because everyone does that, but he should know that I have a smile and oh I have a name too. I don't normally allow strangers in my room, but he's actually just a neighbor, right? He was kind of cute and I was kind of bored too so I was okay letting him in. Once I shut the. And they were so long and thick. It made his cock jump just to look at them.He was so taken by the combination of the picture, the jelly, and the bra that he almost disregarded the piece of stationery the picture was wrapped in until out of the corner of his eye he noticed it had writing on it. Reading it now caused him even further excitement. It was from his mother and read:Dearest Bobby,I'm so sorry that we haven't had a chance to talk sincelast Friday. It's my fault. I've wanted so badly to. Ill see you later. All afternoon I sat at home thinking about what had happened. Half of me wanted to go to HR, surely his abuse of me was far worse than my writing erotica in work. Even as I thought it I knew it would achieve nothing except for getting us both fired. As I stepped into the bath I winced as the hot water hit my tender bum, then laughed at the idea that Ian would show up at my door. Then I realised it wouldnt be altogether unwelcome if he did. I couldnt order my thoughts, didnt. I got chatting to a couple who were fully dressed (I was naked) and I had seen them downstairs watching the woman on the table but not getting involved. I asked why not and they said it wasn’t their thing. We chatted about all sorts of things for 30 minutes or so and then the woman said she wanted to go upstairs. The guy asked if I wanted to join them and I thought he meant just going upstairs to see what was going on. Instead they went into the small private room and said I could join them. He.