Wendy pulled the thong down, too, and took Gail's room key. Gail kept her knees pressed together and tried to bend over. She couldn't handle having al... these men staring at her down there. "There you have it. What's Jennifer Lopez got that this chick hasn't got?" "Talent?" "A better business manager." "Girlie, have you ever given head before?" called an unshaven man. Gail shook her head. "Do you like to take it in the ass?" asked another. She shook her head. "Come on, what am I bid?" said. From that moment on, I called her every few minutes, leaving weird messages after every single beep. She will get tired of this soon enough. I just knew it. Besides, I had nothing better to do so might as well use my time productively. After a while even I was starting to go a little crazy…imagine that. My messages became stalker like, and I snickered at the thought. She already thinks I’m a crazed stalker, the least I can do is substantiate her assumption. ‘Jeanie? Are you there?’ That was my. He took my hand and whisked me around, then closed his hands around me from behind, and we slowly rocked together.He was in control. But I didn’t mind.His body felt strong and manly. His hands felt my waist then moved down to my hips. His touch was light but confident, yet never gropy. He knew what he was doing to me. And knew I loved every second of it.I pushed against him. Felt him push back. Then I ground my arse against his crotch. I was being dirty. Dirtier than I have ever been before.. I looked at her sheepishly, not knowing what to expect. I was kinda scared and the implications that this might bring were hanging over my head: Did my coworkers see me? Is she going to complain to my boss? Will I get fired? Will they review the security cameras and discover that I was jacking off? Will she come back to the library? Will she shout and make a scene?To my surprise, she smiled. She looked a little giddy. She gestured with her long, elegant hands for me to come near her, and I.