So I did. Mr. Before I could get to my desk I felt him come up behind me and put his arms around my waist. Mr. I was very unsure. After many minutes (I have no idea how long) Mr. He reached down and grabbed my hand and put it on his crotch. He gently turned my head back and tried again. I started to try to push his hands away but he moved them up under my jacket to my boobs and began caressing them through my blouse. A black man in his early 50s let me in after I knocked on the door. Before I could say anything the top of him started to rub up against me. I couldn’t believe what I had done or how it had made me feel. He started laughing and said good. I wore a nice blouse, knee length skirt, black pumps, and a suit jacket. I could tell by the way he moved his hips and started gently pushing on my head.
