The next day, Shirley found me in my cubicle right before lunch."I have two turkey sandwiches," Shirley said. "Since I'm on a diet, I was wondering if...you'd help me with the second one."I said "Sure!" and didn't tell Shirley that I had my own lunch. I found that I was getting pretty used to Shirley's company.We ate in the break room, where I insisted on purchasing two diet sodas--one for me--to accompany the meal.The plan for us was for Shirley to come over on Tuesday for her next work. Michael's cock slided in and out of my ass in asteady pace. His groin slapped against my butt, as his cock burieditself in my warm hole."Oh fuck!" I almost screamed. "It's going in so deep!"Micheal increased his tempo. He was on the verge of cumming. I startedto stroke myself quicker. I was close now. Michael groaned louder. Ilooked up at him. His muscles strained against his sweaty skin, anddrops of sweat rolled down his chest. It was so erotic to see him likethat. Having submitted myself like. "Those tits are one bounce away from falling out.", I thought to myself. I could feel my balls start to tingle. I had the craziest urge to burst into her room, but I controlled myself and walked to the kitchen.I cracked open a case of beer and sat outside near the hot tub, I could feel the small rash on my thigh, and mid back begin to itch, thank goodness I bought more itch cream today. But it could wait, I was enjoying my beer too much to care about such a thing. "Will you join me in the hot. ''Okay so you're fucking some guy and he wants proof, you should take a picture or something and send him it.'' I told her.''Duh,'' she said elbowing me in the arm, ''I'm not fucking anyone but I want him to think I am.''''Okay, okay. So what do you want from me?'' I asked rising to my feet as I pulled it back 5-4. She got to her feet next to me and slipped her hand straight down the front of my pants. I almost dropped the controller. I would have paused it but it was a live game, I was playing.