''Our little chats', as she called them, were nothing more than an exchange of news of what had been happening in our respective departments; more lik...e a team meeting than a tête-à-tête, but beggars can't be choosers, and merely sitting across the table from her in the staff restaurant was an event I looked forward to, and something which would have been unthinkable a year ago. I sighed, and turned to go."She does look forward to your visits, Des." I spun around in surprise. I hadn't noticed. I couldn't take my eyes off her.She started fingering and rubbing harder and faster. Tipping her head back as she took a deep breath in. Pushing her hips up towards her hand as she pressed down, rubbing her clit. Pushing her fingers into her pussy, harder, faster, deeper.I opened the door a little more to get a better view.And then she saw me.Our eyes met for a second and then she jumped up, pulling up her track pants. Her face was bright red."Hey!" she said "what the fuck are you doing?!" I'm. I passed the next two off ramps, and took the third. Pulling into the shade of an industrial building, next to a cyclone fence, I dismounted, removed my helmet, and looked at Eliza."That was very strange," she answered my unspoken question. "They thought you were someone else, who had wronged them, but the image in their mind even as they were looking at you didn't match our actual appearance. It was like they were having a very specific hallucination, or vision." I thought that perhaps we. Iwas about to remove his hand when I saw the look that Carol was givingme. I thought that if this is what Carol and Barbara wants, I could standit as long as Tom doesn't get to carried away.The fingers of Tom's hand were massaging my silk sheathed thigh. Theydipped down to the inside of my thigh and started moving in a circularpattern.His hand had pulled the skirt of my dress completely to the sides,leaving the lower half of my body exposed to any one who could look underour table cloth.My hand.