Time crawled. The office had no clocks and her armband was locked out, so there was no way for her to keep track of how long she'd been kneeling ther.... She just knew that her knees were sore and she was going out of her mind listening to Mr. Martinez's inscrutable Spanish and the incessant bubbling of the decorative fountain. No ordinary exec would have been allowed to keep a mail room girl out of circulation for so long, but the ordinary rules didn't apply to Mr. Martinez. She tried to. Warm. Sticky."You like that?" I whisper in her ear."Yes, Matt," she replies reaching her hand back to grab at my cock.I reach around her front and plunge my fingers in and out her wet cunt, as she wiggles around, banging against the wall.I move a finger up to her clit whispering, "I want you to feel it everywhere. That profound need." I do feel it,” she begs, gyrating against my fingers. “I need your cock. Now!" Do you? Do you need my cock?" Yes, Matt. Pleeeease,"I ignore her cries and speed up. They asked if he wanted a ride, and he said he was with his new friends. Ricky rubbed my wife's thigh. since we were in a hot climate, My wife was wearing a sundress with nothing on under it, no nylons either and Ricky said he loved how smooth er legs were. she pulled her dress up a bit more than she should but she was flirting with him and she said I just shaved real good today can you feel any stubble anywhere. I glanced around to see if anyone was looking and like AI said it was dark. Ricky. " "Oh, I think you know it's more than that Miss Duncan." He was right. I did know it. "I won't mind, if that is what you are trying to insinuate professor." Truth was, I really was not going to mind because I was going to be with a group of my peers. What I actually did mind was the professor would be there also. I understood he had to be, though. It was his job. Now, he was about to hire me to do a job for him. "Here's a copy of my schedule," I said and handed it to him. Professor Dubin.