Though it would not do to tell her what he would like instead.Late in the afternoon, he walked by Gail's cubicle and she stopped him to ask a question...about procedure on the task she had been given to look over and begin working on. The opportunity bought out the pedant in him, but she seemed to enjoy his detailed explanation. Unquestionably he talked to her longer than was necessary, but he loved talking to her.When Vince went to the time-book to sign out, he noticed Gail's signature above. “Go on, touch it” I urged. “Feel how wet I am” I felt a hand touch my ass- I could have sworn he was shaking. This made me smile. Eventually he rubbed it, and I heard him moan and felt his cock harden. “Ooh wow... I haven't felt anything like that in years...” He admired. As he grew braver, I felt his hand move nearer my pussy. I moaned in encouragement, desperate for him to feel how tight and wet I was. I felt his finger exploring the outside of my hot pussy, gently. “Finger fuck me” I. A clear bed – his clothes had been put away. Sub-consciously she breathed a sigh of relief. It gave an almost imperceptible change to her carriage which wasn’t lost on Greg. He took her in his arms, and with an “I’ve been wanting to do this all evening” he kissed her lips tenderly, yet purposefully. Freya felt her left foot leaving the floor as she responded to his kiss – always a good sign! His lips were soft, but demanding. They tasted good. His hands glided down her back to her. He smiled and said: "That's what I call a 'milking bench.' "I was intrigued by it. He explained how it worked. I was even more intrigued than ever by what he said about it! I told him about my friend who had told me about him, and what he did with interested guys. He didn't remember my friend. "But I see a lot of men, you see! I probably have milked your friend. I just don't remember."We chatted a little bit more, and then he asked if I was interested in experiencing what he had to offer; and,.