.I also mastrubated several times in office (Bathroom) whenever I see her... I started feeling horny about her & wanted to fuck her hard day & Night.....Let me tell you about her... She was around her 30-31, Married with 1 k**, her stats is 34-26-36, her best part was her Boobs & Ass, Even I saw once some strains on her chair & knew that may be she had her Periods on that day. One day I got a call & too my surprise it was her, I told her Good Evening with my trembling Voice & asked her the reason. His semi-hard prick was slowly revealed, until she pulled his boxers down far enough that it bounced out and smacked her dead in the face. She giggled nervously, eyes wide at his unbelievable size. Even I had to gasp as I saw it; he was longer and thicker than I am, and he wasn't fully hard yet. I don't think she noticed my reaction over her giggling, although Marcus shot me a wink. He slowly stroked himself as she knelt before him, and she leaned forward and licked the head. She pushed aside. "I came here to tell you that you're hurting Liz," I say, making up an excuse. "How?" she asks. "You've been ignoring her," I accuse. "I'm not ready to face her yet," she says. "Why the fuck not?" I ask, angry. She doesn't answer me. She just continues to stare off into space. I grab her face roughly and make her stare at me. "Is it because you haven't had enough?" I ask, the twitch in my pants starting to really be visible. “No,” she says, defiantly. “Then why is it so hard to face her, huh?”. I rubbed my hands together, blew a little warm air into them, and made my way to the doorbell. The door opened just a moment later. There she stood in a knitted sweater that was a tiny bit too big, sweat pants, and fuzzy slippers. Her long, black hair was frizzled and her cool blue eyes looked sleepy. She was hardly the definition of grace at this moment, but when she wanted to be, she effortlessly did so; she was a short, thin and pale skinned woman, making such grace an ease.“Miss Emily?” I.