He stepped toward her, his feet moving of their own accord, his eyes locked on her beautiful, sexy form."Close the door", she said."Oh ... shit, I for...ot", he managed to mumble as he closed it.He stared for a few more seconds. She said nothing, just smiling.Finally he snapped out of it and started to remove his clothes. Fast. All the while she writhed and undulated against the door frame, saying nothing. He stumbled a little when it came time to remove his trousers - who doesn't - but he was. You don’t want your sons hurt or worse, do you?”Who was he? What? How? How did he?There were many questions struggling for attention in Donna’s head. But priorities came in natural order. She shook her head left to right and again and again and again. She could hear him chuckle again. Suddenly his hand was not on her mouth any more. The smell of leather and sweat was gone. “Let me hear that”, he said. Donna struggled to gain control of her lower jaw. It took some seconds.“please… please… don’t. So the other day i went to use the urinal and a guy from our programming unit heads in, he stands in the third urinal we do our business and leave. then a few hours later i go back in and he comes in again after me. this time he stands next to me. so i thought it was a bit weird and found it odd that we were on the same pee cycle.I forgot about that until a few weeks ago when again he stood next to me again. I thought maybe something was up with this guy. I mean he's pretty senior but he's a. I put my arm around her waist and tipped her onto me. She was lying across me, facing up. We remained like that for a minute, silent and breathing deeply. Then she lifted her legs onto the bed and put her head on the pillow, lying next to me.She turned on her side to face me as I, too, turned to her as we looked deeply into each other’s eyes. Her eyes were wide open, clear and innocent. There was no trace of guilt in it, only desire and a thirst for physical satisfaction. She took my lips into.