Fuck. There was a sooty black building behind her and below, somewhere, was the river, full of endless foam and icy noise, gurgling and rumbling, and beckoning that she jump.And here, in her face, was a tramp, and she was sandwiched between him and the building. He was holding her jacket and his hot burning eyes was traversing her clothes.First, he looked at her chest. He stared at her jacket and her strings of white pearls. He stared at the swell of her cleavage and the globes that sat on either side of it. He stared at her crudely, hard, like he'd stumbled across her naked and her breasts were exposed. He stared at her like he could see the fossilised marks that surrounded her nipples and he knew what they meant.He grinned, impishly and boyishly. His attention was unfriendly and Harriet couldn't move. She was confused. She'd been thinking about the river and about the fog of unwanted memories that had been floating in towards her and how she needed to escape them. She'd been. As she was sitting beside me that day, I was not able to work properly as I saw her boobs, bra and pink panty for multiple times. As our shift time came to an end, we left for the day and it was weekend. I assumed she was going to have a fucking night with her fiancée.Since I stay alone, I was getting sexual thoughts and I started watching a porn video and feeling the heat of fucking. It was around 11:00 am I got a call from her and she asked me to join lunch at Marriott Hotel. I denied initially but accepted her later and reached the venue.After 15 minutes, she also came alone in one piece of dress showing her thin legs and sexy waist and figure. It was the first time I saw her in that dress and she looked damn hot. I could not resist myself. Her dress started just above her boobs and ended at high thighs. In that dress, I could see her ass cheeks very clearly.She said hi and I said hello. I asked her about her fiancée. She told me that he was not able to come and it was.
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