So as it wasSaturday. I went to meet some friends at a youth centre. The boys madesome comments but the girls were more interesting to talk to, so I s...entthe evening talking with them.Three weeks later, mother casually drops into a conversation that she isplanning on going to see Michelle, her hairdresser. Would I like to gowith her and get my hair tidied up. "If you think it needs it?" sheexplained how a nice style needs to be maintained, the hair growsdifferently and the sharp edges blur, and. The big smile crossing his face, told me I had been wise todo so. I wanted to remove my hand, but he kept his pressing down, so Icouldn't."Do you like being able to hold such a nice powerful cock?"I didn't know what to say, or where Justin was going with this. I knewthat he had crossed a line a long time ago and this was well past simplesexual harassment. But I also knew my place in this company, now as awoman, was not well defined. I wasn't sure if I went to HR or up themanagement chain to. When I got home I went up to my bedroom, stripped off and rubbed my hands all over myself, feeling his dried spunk and smelling my hands. I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened and, as it turned out; neither could one of the friends (John) who was my best mate.We used to go to an old shed at the bottom of his garden and smoke cheap fags that came in a paper packet of four and were sold by a local shopkeeper - no questions asked!John kept asking about what the guy had made me do and I. "Enjoying yourself?" Thomas teased, not taking his eyes off me, but grinning loudly. I turned a crimson color. Of course I wanted to get caught! But I was hoping by his good-looking friends, not by my brother! "Y-yes," I said. He nodded for me to go on. I stood and pulled my pants down to display my lace panties. I sat on my bed, legs spread, and rubbed my wet pussy through my panties. I was thoroughly enjoying the attention that my brother was giving me. I watched him stare at my pussy, and I.