I am pushing myself against the hard, flat surface of the floor beneath me as my breasts begin to ache, nipples pebbling, straining against the sheer ...fabric of my top. My eyes flick back and forth, looking at his eyes, then glancing down at his crotch, expecting – no, hoping – to see signs of an erection and I am disappointed as his baggy scrubs reveal nothing.He releases my wrist and gestures to the other people standing around us to step back, that I will be okay, it was likely just a. I can feel my pussy start to warm, soaking the bits of black lace underneath. The floor-to-ceiling windows here provide a sprawling view of the orange-gridded city down below. I feel him come up behind me and run a finger teasingly up my spine “Hello Tickle-Toes,” he whispers in my ear, using a pet name I want desperately to be my own. His hand reaches my neck, and starts to caress me gently, making me sigh and my knees weak. “No words, wicked girl.” Anything I had to say at this point was. Doing these things, on the other hand, I did not dare to do. I was getting into cam sex and phone sex with much older men which I thought was exciting and hot. At this time I also started to watch other types of porn, heterosexual porn that is. Gangbangs, gloryholes, dogging, sex in public and stuff like that. And I think this helped push my fantasies further. Soon I was constantly thinking about dicks, cum, getting fucked, sucking off older men in parking lots, getting gangbanged in a hotel. Mr. Burlington was off about his duties, and Mrs. Bowley started taking my details. She explained her employers, a firm of solicitors, were the Trustees who administered the apartments.The selling prices and rental rates of the flats were well below the market price but so were the buying prices. A philanthropic factory owner in the 1930's had the apartments built to house his senior managers, and had since specified only residents of the borough could rent or buy. The prices were kept stable.