" he zipped up his pants "you can suck on it till lunch." he sit down started to look at his work for today. I sit up, not really satisfied, throbbing...wanting to cum. "want to finish me up?" "hhmmm.. get on the floor crawl over.." as he turned his chair around that it wasn?t under the desk. "Remove my shoes and socks, you can hump my left foot." as he grabbed my hair again "Do it cunt, cum on my foot like a whore that you are." He grabbed my breast thru the bra and blouse and squeezed "cum. ”“You know what? I’ll take you up on that offer.” It’s Friday. Drinking midday and innocent flirting are allowed, right?He brought out two glasses and opened the wine. It was fantastic, and I drank it a little too quickly while we chatted about the weather and curtain choices, and great neighborhoods to look at.“Goes down easy, doesn’t it? Can I pour you another glass?” Jack asked.“You were right, it is a great bottle of wine and I don’t want to deprive you of it. So I’ll pass. But thank you. Dropping my bag on the bed I opened the balcony doors and went out. As I stood at the railings I looked all around. The street below was busy and as I stood there I saw a young man looking up at me. I didn’t think anything of it until he pointed up towards me and shouted,“PUSSY. I CAN SEE PUSSY.” At first I didn’t realised that it was my pussy that he had seen up my short skirt and as I watched some of the young men around him stop and look up that I realised, but the strange thing was I. "Haben Sie etwa verschlafen?", kicherte er, und Jane schüttelte den Kopf. "In der Uhrzeit vertan. Man kennt es, nicht wahr?"Er lächelte verständnisvoll. "Ja, das kenne ich. Meine Güte, wie soll man denn noch durchblicken bei all den Terminen in der heutigen Zeit!"Jane nickte. Sie schaute die Zeitung an, die der Herr las. Er saß an einem Kreuzworträtsel. Er bemerkte ihren Blick. "Meinen Sie, Sie können mir helfen? Ich komme aktuell nicht so recht weiter..." Ich kann es versuchen..." Eine.