” Before Sam could even get back to his office he saw two of his co-workers with computer cases under their arms walking to the backdoor of the offi...e. He chuckled to himself knowing that even though they had reserved parking spaces just outside the office front door, those that planned on slipping out early always parked in the back so that the boss and the receptionist couldn’t see them leaving. Because he was senior, not to mention that he didn’t give a shit, Sam parked in front and left. They talked, mostly over email- and a few times through texting. Dirty emails for the most part, master/slave role plays. She was the slave of course. Sometimes, while they were talking, she’d be in front of a laptop, room full of people. It was hard for her to not leave so she could go masturbate. The emails were usually in great detail, graphic detail that made her very wet. She’d go home and try to get off, but she couldn’t be on the computer and masturbate at the same time, so she had a. **** It had a been another long day. Another day of rising early, bleary-eyed and tired, to get to the station to sit on a rocking train wishing he was still in bed, nodding off as the track rolled by. Another day of calls and reports and queries at work, of feeling that it was easier just to sit at his desk at lunchtime and eat his sandwiches there rather than take a walk. Another long train ride back home from London, dozing off sleepily in the carriage. Paul had arrived at his home station. He began to rub her pussy with his cock. He slipped it between her pussy lips and slid it up and down her slit. He then concentrated on her clit and rubbed his cockhead in circles, around and around her clit.Tess began to shift her hips, an apparent attempt to slip Phil’s dick into her hole. Not getting the results that she wanted, Tess reached down between them and took Phil’s cock in her hand. I was standing next to the bed watching closely as she directed Phil’s dick to the entrance of her.