As I was about to knock on the door, I heard what sounded like a moan emanating from Mrs Harisson's office. Leaning my ear against the door, I ... could definitely make out some grunts. I waited a bit longer, not sure what to do at that stage. Was she making out with her husband or was she just frigging herself? Oooh, Tim, yyyeeaahhh! I heard her moan softly. I nearly gasped at those words. What? Either her husband's called Tim or she was referring to ME! . Ilooked at the hole several times and could make out thatwe were still being watched. I then had her sit on thebench seat beside the hole. She reached out, grabbed my**** and pulled me directly in front of her. She beganlicking the head of my **** with her talented tongue.The voyeur was getting a fantastic show.I decided to tell her that someone was watching us andpointed to the hole. She looked, gasped and tried to fixher clothes. I quickly grabbed her hands and told herthat it was ok. She. “I have good news and bad news. The bad news is, I have to go to Houston for ten days. I’m leaving tomorrow. The good news is, my sister Lora and I have family business in Milan and I’d like you to go with us. I’ll pay for everything.“Milan? Italy? When are you going?”“Two weeks from this Friday. We’re catching the Air France redeye to Paris and a connecting flight to Milan. We’ll be there through the next Tuesday, and then we’re going to take the bullet train to Venice. It’s one of my favorite. If they are going to throw anyone to the wolves it will be me. No one likes a trouble maker." I say jokingly as try to boost her sinking morale."We are going to get out of this. I promise you," I added as well."Well I guess that is the best I'm going to get out of this," Margaret shakes her head and chews her bottom lip as she worries about her fate. "But if you are all gonna be behind me, I'll do it. But I would like very one to to this is not fair." And she slinks off to pout.The only thing I.