Others started to notice us and they stared at me. I felt insulted. Yet I said, “Sorry mam, sorry for what I did yesterday. Please forgive me. ” I...was almost crying. Knowing that and realizing that others are noticing us, Hema embarrassed and calmed down a little bit. She told, “Raj, now I have no time. If you want any explanation meet me in the evening. Now get out.” I stood there without uttering a word. I had no idea what to do. I was cursing the moment I touched her in the bus. “Can’t you. The woman in the mirror looks nothing like how Max remembered her, only a few months ago. The long, wavy blonde hair, red-colored lips, and black leather choker necklace were a new look for her, along with her red, cupless bra, and red garter belt, attached to the black, sheer stockings, and black ankle-high heels. But the sexiest new thing she is wearing is her facial expression. The occasional backward-rolling eyes, wide-opened moaning mouth, and the lewd, lust-filled, fuck-face expression. . A Yahoo box popped up saying you were online and then a message from you saying hi. I opened a Yahoo window and we began with all the normal pleasantries, Hi. How are you, what are you doing today. And so forth. Then after a bit, you very cleverly turned the conversation to talk about tying me up. My pussy immediately began to twitch. I asked you about just how you would do that – tie me up. You replied that it would be slowly, but not too tight. I asked if you would use a blindfold and you. And I will let everyone know about the meeting after lunch." Thank you." And I took a seat behind my desk opening my laptop and began transferring the files I would need onto the main computer.About twenty minutes into my work, I heard a soft knock on the door. I went to the door and standing in front of me was a young dark-haired girl, probably twenty years old. "Mr. Jackson, Mr. Blake said you might be looking for a secretary to help you? I would like to be considered for the position. I can.