Two co-workers were coming toward the breakroom. A little stressed is all…” She sighed, part truthfully, part suggestively. Indian sex “Sure, no problem.” She gave a polite smile and went on her way toward the copy room. The room hummed with the noise of computers, telephones, and rolling desk chairs. “Hey, Sven.” Paul noticed Sandra at the copier and thought it odd the door was locked, but quickly assumed they were speaking about private business matters. He pushed against it lightly, still teasing her, and it was arousing her like crazy. “What are you d–” she started to ask, but was cut off by the tingle that ran down her spine. Tedious work, but easy, and the pay was totally worth it. “Oh not too bad, really.
