I made sure I got on right behind my hottie.Everyone started asking the people closest to the elevator buttons to push a floor button. As we went up, ...topping at each floor, people would inevitably get off, allowing those of us on the elevator a little more breathing space.There were eighteen floors in the high rise. Our suite was on the fourteenth floor. I looked at my hottie and proffered a wink. She simply smiled and said nothing. I decided to not get off on the fourteenth floor and see how. Along the way, Bonnie thought about when she'd first went back to the office after Cornelius was fired. Back then, she thought that the extra work was a small price to pay for having him out of the office, but now she thought it made the time go a little too fast and dreaded having to go back home so soon it seemed in the afternoons. She thought about her life as she drove to work and wondered what had changed to make her despise her home life so much lately."Sure, David's an asshole," she. The stranger started to play with those wonderful tits and I was sure enjoying seeing my woman being felt up by a stranger. The contrast in white and dark, dark, brown was electrifying. The stranger pinched each nipple really hard causing a small little yelp from the red headed vixen. Still turned on from the blow job she had just given, Sydney did not resist the strangers hand as it moved down her belly toward her womanhood. I felt Sydney tense as his fingers began massaging her clit. It was late Sunday afternoon, and all the usual social and sexual activity, in which she normally delighted so, was taking place all around her. “Fucking cunts,” she cursed, glancing at a couple who were quietly ass-fucking on their picnic rug on the grass, “do they have to worry about ‘love’? No! They’re just fucking ass! And look – ” she grumbled to herself, as she passed by a pretty young lady taking her girlfriend’s fist in her pussy, “do you think that bitch ‘loves’ her? No, she’s just.