All the single guys there were hitting on me all the time and I rewarded them by leaning forwards quite a lot so that they got a great side view of my tits, or bending over, pretending that I had an itch foot. A minute or so later Jake appeared in front of me with a grin from ear to ear. I was both terrified and unbelievably turned-on. So far no one at work has discovered this although I have been asked if I’m okay a few times. I hate trousers and shorts so I don’t own any. “So can I touch your pussy like the sign says?” The girl asked. One of the guys that I met at one of Jenna and Tommy’s parties is into bondage. I believe that I am – just, but my blouses and skirts do tend to reveal what is under them if I sit carelessly or bend or twist in certain ways. “Morning.” Jake said as we got close to them. The eighth obstacle was hard work on my arms. At each of the 2 parties I went there wearing just a very skimpy dress and heels.
