He asked me to come beside him and sit.He also asked me to sit next to him every day. I simply obeyed and sat next to him. He was wantedly touching my... hands my arms and was putting his hand on my thighs.One day he put his hand on my shoulder and was rubbing it he slowly reached down and was massaging my side boob with his right hand. He moved his hand more downwards and lifted my shirt a little bit and touched my skin over it. I felt so horny with his touch that I bit my lip.Next day,As my. She looked engrossed in her work on her iPad but smiled gently every few lines she typed. I watched as she worked, smiling, crossing and uncrossing her legs to revel a glimpse of her shinny black stockings that she had under her black figure hugging dress. She caught me looking a few times and smiled back.My Cappuccino soon ran out and I decided to get myself a glass of local Prosecco. The lady looked up, smiled again and called the waiter over and ordered the same. When it came, she looked. The whole company was relocating to a new site, chosen by me, two hundred miles away. Most of my contemporaries were retired, retiring, or moving for a few months work at the new location. They were buying homes to retire to at prices far lower than in London, or much grander. I thought some of them were misguided. They would be leaving friends, family, and everything they knew, just to get a better house. Bill, for example, was moving from a small three bedroomed house to an eight bedroomed. His submissionwas total. He reached Vinicius' feet and stopped, trembling. Unbidden,he bowed his head. He could feel juices running into his pubic hair,onto his belly... The moment stretched... and then he called down. "Remove my shoes." He reached forward. "Yes..." Viciously: "Yes, WHAT?" Steve paused. It was appalling how littleresistance he could mount, how the words were squeezed out of him. "Yes, Master." He shivered. The cool air running over his naked skin,perking his nipples... it did.