” She asked, “Do you have any questions about what you saw tonight?” I asked, “What position were you all in? Did you all have foreplay? I was...wondering about it all.” She told me about foreplay and missionary sex and everything. During our conversation my cock got real hard and poked out of my boxers, all 8 inches.She looked over and saw my erection sticking out of my Boxers. She asked, "How do you take care of that situation?" I responded, "I normally jack-off or let it go down on its own,. Moans played in the air, the pitches of ecstasy, the measures of love, the base of instinct. Together they joined, and together they climbed closer towards ultimate release. Her body now welcomed her lover’s intrusion, even inviting him further into herself. The walls of her sex gripped harder around his shaft, waving along its pulsing length and bidding him to sink deeper into her writhing body. Deep inside herself, she felt the familiar pressure building, obscuring her entire body and mind. By the time she gets to see it, you’ll have pried enough hints out of me to figure it out. She won’t see it for months.”She made a frustrated sound and punched me in the arm again. “Why are you keeping it a secret?” she demanded.“Because it’s ambitious as Hell,” I admitted. “I’m actually inventing tech to make it work. More like I’m heavily modifying existing tech, but it amounts to the same thing. If it doesn’t work, I’ll have to go to Plan B so I’ll have something to wear. It’s also a lot of. So why are you wearing them, Lilly? I feel naked without them, sir. Thats how I want you to feel. But sir, Pete I stopped abruptly. It was a bad idea to justify myself. Better to take my punishment and move on. But it was too late. I heard Mr. Shavers chair creek as he leaned back, his heels hitting the desk, one bye one. Continue, Miss Cranston, he said. I heard him light up a cigarette. Pete Townsend always feels me up in the elevator, sir. I—I dont like it when he puts his fingers in me..