It went to voice message since I called his private cell phone. “Mr. Woodburn … Tina. I am taking three days off from work. Please don’t call...me. I’ll see you on Thursday.” I closed the call and walked to the large windows overlooking the tarmac.* * * * *Mary’s cell phone sang moments later. “Mary Borden …”“Mary, this is Charles Woodburn. I just got a cryptic voice message from Tina. Is she okay? Did something happen to her?”“Charles, she’s okay … mostly, anyway. She went through. I wanted to savor the intense heat of our swollen cocks pressed so tightly together, but our frenula wrestled clumsily in a mix of saliva and precum as Nick’s hand glided up and down our shafts sending me spiraling towards premature ecstasy.I accepted my fate, knowing no amount of self-control would delay the inevitable for much longer. I pushed Nick’s hand away, and with the only breath I could manage, I begged, “Cum on my cock.” Nick stood between my legs, stroking his cock at my eye-level.. And in a town like Chrystal Heights, a quick blow job under the table doesn't get you very much since there are plenty of Hanover Honies wandering around giving it away for free while they serve their own sentences."Working for tips in a Chrystal Heights coffee house, you seriously have to earn your money. It was one thing to swing on over to a customer, give them a bubbly 'Hiya Cutie' and making sure they got a face full of tits as you poured their coffee. It was another entirely to maintain. You don’t have to!” I squeaked. His hands were gently roaming my body, one sliding to touch the material of my little g-string. I wanted his touch so badly. I remembered how amazing his fingers had felt during my first lesson, but I couldn’t help but wonder what else we could do. “Come on baby, you know you want to come... The question is, how?” He smirked. By now he was touching me all over. Scott’s hands expertly undid my bra, giving him access to my pink little nipples. Tickling one, he.