..mike did he bought some''''i dont know ask him''''dude, did you bought condoms in that machine''''yeah tell us we wanna know''''its ok tell us your ...ot the first to like this ''''mike....''''where is it, here , oh noooo here its here , dont fight give us our pouch, i bet yu have 3 in there''''hold him dude''the 3 pouch out they cheered''im banana oh yeah a nice big banana''the movie going i watch helpless 3 bbc in rubber hard and waiting''comon just do it now nobody will know its just. He was getting a little rough as well because he started gripping his hands around my throat, not really choking me, but it was a little scary. He would squeeze my neck, I would start to see stars from lack of air along with his dick being buried in my mouth and then he would let up. Once I realized he didn’t mean to hurt me, it got pretty erotic. I could feel my pussy pulsing and dripping. Mr. Big then put himself in between my legs and I was sure I was going to be able to ‘scratch my. He had described himself as a blow job addict. How nice, I thought. Since that day I chose to visit him more often in his room and time to time we seemed to have a nice friendship outside the office too until the cutbacks and then soon firings began. I had heard that they were thinking of a replacement for me too so I had to make a move and I had nothing to lose after all. I called him for a meeting and arranged it for the after hours as there wouldnt be anybody left in the office by then. When. I'm...er, just...well, curious." He hesitated again. "Er... Don...do you have any other underwear like that? I mean...if they feel that good..."I thought I could see what he was driving at. I concealed my astonishment."Yeah, I've got lots. Half a dozen pairs, I guess." D'you suppose I...?" He couldn't finish the question."...could try them on? Sure, why not?" This would be great! My worst fear was that he would blab my secret all over school; if he put on a pair of panties himself, he.