By the time I got to the other office I was soaking Liz the girl at reception said look at you your wet through I said yes and could I borrow an umbre...lla she said you needed a coat I said no an umbrella would do she said NO you need a coat look in the mirror as I looked I could see that my blouse was so wet that it was transparent and you could see my nipples as if I was topless Oops I said. Then I saw there was a big stack of files. Liz put the files in to some plastic bags for me, I said that. “Saikat, see that you learn where what is kept in the kitchen, Manasi will show you.” “ji Saabji jaroor” “Come memsaab” he ordered her and she obediently followed him out of the room.I followed an instant later. I heard the kitchen door being locked from inside, but I knew from where I could peep in.Saikat did not waste even a minute on formalities. The big guy was behind her, his hands thrust under her arms cupping the exposed breasts. He was pulling her onto his front. I was sure his cock was. So I send a half teasing message thanking her again for her company and the new Japanese words she taught me.I leave the room and descend the elevator, sharing the ride down with a chunky older woman and two guys in matching logoed polo shirts. I miss Yuki already. If I were alone in here with her, I think I'd slide my hand down inside the front of those form-fitting slacks. The front of my own trousers stirs at the thought.When I'm presented with the final bill at the front desk, I'm a bit. The top was a halter style, which left my back and shoulders bare except for a thin band around my neck and another across the middle of my back. The top did not extend much below my breasts, leaving my midriff bare too. The skirt was short and tight fitting, showing off my perfect arse. At least I think that it is perfect.It was not possible to wear a bra with that top. Normally I would not wear panties under my skirt either. I hesitated about wearing panties tonight. I really did not know.