Your hand just barely grazes my wet pussy, teasing me, as it passes by to unbutton my jeans. I groan in frustration, as my hungry pussy cries out for ...your huge cock. You tisk at me, saying, "Ah, my Jodi. So wet and ready….. such a naughty slut. ... What am I going to do with you?," with laughing eyes.I retaliate by shoving my hand down your pants to firmly grasp your hard cock. You groan as I fondle it, and then move on to your hot sacs. You start to buck into my hand, unable to help yourself.. The place must have been sound proof to keep out the noise from the bar. It worked both ways though, and prevented me from hearing anything more than an occasional grunt."Fuck it" I whispered and tried the door. It was locked. I was about to put a shoulder into it when a man came out of the next room. He smiled as he passed and politely continued on his way. There was something about him that wasn't right. I couldn't put a finger on it, but there was something up with him.I decided to check out. I was staring at her until I noticed that she was also holding a file in her hands and I thought that there is a possibility we are going for the same job interview.My stop came and I got down from the bus, I saw her getting down as well. I maintained a little distance from her but was just following her to steal a glance of her face. We reached the office and at the reception there were different queues for the applicants, I stood just behind her in the same queue. After 15 minutes her turn. I rubbed on it for a few moments and then I traced across her cunt with my thumb. She cried with anguish, "No, please stop. Please don't do this."My thumb found her hole and paused. I pressed it downward until it started to enter her hole. She was really wet so it slid down with ease, but I didn't go in, only loitered around the opening. Then I brought my other hand down and pulled her pussy lips apart. I saw the pink area around her opening and I used my thumbs and forefingers to.