He thought of how shocked he was when the man had made the offer. He stroked his cock vigorously as he replayed the events in his mind’s eye. He th...ught of the look on the woman’s face when her husband walked through the door with him and said, “I’m too drunk tonight. He is fucking you; I will watch.” Her face was blank and she nodded her head as if this was something they did all time. He started humping his hand as he thought of the way she laid back and lifted her panties up and off her. To make her his, as she always had been and always intended to be. John knew her feelings; he has much the same ones. This woman before him so incredible, so full of passion, intelligence and beauty. His angel. His orgasm had become uncontrollable. Jane was cresting. His touch was making her body tremble, there was no stopping it. John’s testicles swollen and full, slapped against her. Finally, reaching the point of climax, together, moaning. Theirs was a union of lust, of need and desire.. ” The only thing it seemed to relate to was ‘being sent down’, or maybe coming down with an illness. As I recall, the conversations though were part of the usual banter at work about relationships or nights out or whatever. I couldn’t make the connection, and once foolishly asked “were you ill?”, off guard and not realising the sexual context of the conversation. Fortunately everyone laughed as if I’d made a joke, though I couldn’t see what was funny. It did suggest though what they might have. . " You may have been able to hear more of that shouting match, but I didn't stick around. I had things to fix, like an account and hopefully, my job.I found the first girl, Linda, and asked her what set up room she and the other intern, Naomi, had the Meissner project in."It's in the upstairs finish room, why?" she answered."Punch out and get up there, where's Naomi?" I asked.I must have been pretty assertive or scary because Linda stood right up and closed her CRT screen."She's down the hall.