I have been back in the UK just over a week. The HR people said they would let you know and I thought I should come to see you." But you can't be Jenn...fer McEwan. You look so different. Your skin and your body... are you?" Yes, I am afraid so. It's me, Professor." I suppose you had better come in. It was you I was expecting anyway. HR 'phoned me, too — as if I have not enough to do." Irritation has got the upper hand over interest. Angela sweeps back into her office and throws the pile of. She was holding his camera up, pointing the lens at him.“Bongiorno, signora,” He found his voice, “Mi scusi. Mio Italiano is... well it’s atrocious.”She said nothing, nor did she move.“You startled me,” he narrowed his eyes, wondering what, if anything, she understood, “Thought I was alone.”Still, silence. A crease cut across Owen’s brow. Something was off. Why wasn’t she answering?“... Was that you singing?”Slowly, softly, she nodded, jostling the camera.“Careful with that,” he winced, “Per. Hilde gestured to take my chair back at the table. The slightly acrid taste at the back of my throat compelled me to take my wine glass and wash it away. Apprehensively, I looked to Hilde and her smile felt as warm and reassuring as ever. She looked content, if a little peaky. I had caught how as she stood behind Xavier to watch, she dipped her hand into her panties. The thought that I had aroused her compensated me for the small nagging worry.Regaining some of his composure, Xavier looked up. His cock was huge. Absolutely huge and he was stroking it with gusto. I watched as his second hand joined the first. I was gobsmacked. I had never, in my life, seen a bloke masturbate using both hands with still plenty of cock poking free at the top. My mouth started salivating, just in time to see his spunk shoot from the top and onto his stomach. During one of his rocking motions, as he leant forward, a jet of spunk hit him on his mouth and dribbled over his chin.I swear he could have sucked.