Finally, the magic hour comes around and everyone makes their own way off in their little cliques, wishing each and all a pleasant weekend as 48 hours...of freedom beckon them all.I quickly depart the office and make my way a short way down the street to my favourite haunt. A subterranean Victorian toilet, dimly lit with flickering fluorescent lighting, stalls in various states of disrepair and vandalism, and a large arching porcelain urinal opposite the stalls, already with a few individuals. Her flesh in my mouth was soft and supple. My cock throbbed and my hands glided up her body, round the sides of her breasts. I cupped them with my fingers across the top of her boobs and my thumb at the bottom of her nipple slowly caressing the points. She let out a hint of a groan that I could only catch by the reverberation through her body as my tongue made its way up the length of her torso and my hands softly squeezed. My groin came down to grind into hers and my head came up as our eyes. Becky and Hayley were both giggling and had enjoyed having the older women across their laps and giggled more openly as they watched Nina and Makalea rub their bottoms right in front of them, their breasts swaying and their glistening pussy hair so clearly on show. Nina became conscious of whispers from the teenage audience. She just made out that some of the girls had noticed Makalea’s sex juice flowing out of her as her legs were wide apart and her pussy clearly on show. Nina hoped no one. You might want to check him out if he’s working for you.” At my nod of agreement, he continued. “Anyway, I declined your offer, despite Louise’s agreement with you. Instead, I submitted a request for reassignment as a recruiter back east so the kids could have better schooling. Your school there at the Estancia was eye-opening and got both of us thinking.”“Ahh,” I said, suddenly understanding where he was going with his answer. “So, they gave you a recruiter assignment?”“No! Damnit! Three days.