. and I jack off a lot. I'm not as nice as you think." I don't believe it," she replied, and then there was a long pause. Finally she said, a bit husk...ly, "What do you think about when you stroke your cock?" Are you in the office?" I asked. "This isn't exactly the kind of conversation you want other folks to hear!" No, I'm at home. Work was slow and they let me leave about an hour after you left." Well, that was all right. I had had horrific visions for a moment of our boss walking in and. Theydrop their tools and surround me; grabbing and popping the beers open asthey jeer at me, not being shy with their words and hands. Their commentsmake me blush under my latex skin, and though I am dying from shame andembarrassment, my clitty is screaming in horny frustration, pushingagainst an unyielding plastic. When they notice my pink chastity cagenested inside the frills of the petticoat, they explode in jeers andlaughter, commenting on the tiny pink cage, my stretched balls and theglass. I pulled his shorts down and admired his cock standing straight up from his body. That admiration lasted for just a moment before I engulfed it with my mouth. I cupped his balls, gently squeezing them in the same rhythm that my lips slid up and down his hard shaft. I paused at the top of the first upstroke and released him long enough to lick the head clean of its first secretions. Then I showed no mercy.Down my head plunged until I had him fully in my mouth, my nose buried against his groin. I. ’ ‘That doesn’t give me a reason not to be nice to you.’ ‘You’re not married are you?’ ‘I was, but that ended some time ago, not very well as it turned out.’ ‘What went wrong, if you don’t mind me asking?’ ‘That’s okay, I can talk about it now. We had different spiritual beliefs, at least I didn’t think we did but she was convinced of it. Hers were supposedly stronger than mine and she saw my lack of strength as a weakness in me. I, on the other hand, felt that she was being manipulated by her.