'I don't give a shit whether you're at your mother's funeral or fucking some little tart. When I say jump, you bloody well jump.'I took the three shor...t steps that separated us and hit him. My fist connected with his jaw with enough force to send him flying across the room. I didn't stay around to see how he was, I just stormed out of the office and headed home. It was only when I tried to grip my car's steering wheel that I realised that my hand hurt. It was quite swollen too but I managed to. With nothing better to do I just stoodthere gaping at her, my cheeks flushed bright red, looking exactly like Iwas a creepy girl-stalker, as she turned to face me.Her face fell two feet when we made eye contact. I was only about sixyards away. There was this awful silence and physical hesitation, likeshe too wanted to flee but was unsure how to.I started to speaking. "Sangeeta, I was--" but she raised her hand to saystop and started walking off."Don't bother."I watched her go past, revolving my. The other man meantime was caressing her thigh gradually climbing higher toward her panties. Carl nodded knowingly at the other men who were stood round and each one began to unzip their fly-hole and bring out a hard throbbing penis.Linda caught her breath as she witnessed the scene. Never in her life had she seen such a thing. She stared fascinated as they all separately but simultaneously began to slowly pull on their foreskins.”Does that make you feel sexy and excited?” Carl asked her,. I noticed your corporate outfit when you arrived. And now an even more flattering clubbing outfit.”I like how easily Andie and I instantly get we have stuff in common, “That is a nice thing to say. We should catch up some time, I could talk fashion for hours. But I better go meet Nat. She has the capacity to get out of her depth.”“Best you don’t try to keep up with Nat,” Ryan adds, closing the boot and getting into the car.“I suppose,” I reply, looking at Andie, and shrugging my.