I heard a whimper and soft bark coming from a bush with something metal over it. I got to my feet and felt a pain shooting down my leg. I looked dow... and saw a lot of scrapes and raw skin on the outside of my right leg. Reaching over to feel the joint, which was when I noticed the pain in my left shoulder. My leg seemed okay. The damage seemed to be superficial. I could move the joint fine, just with tenderness when I put a lot of effort into it. My shoulder was similar. My t-shirt was. I couldn't wait to get them out of the house to check this washing out.As soon as they were out I was practically running to the foot of their stairs. There in front of me a smallish pile of laundry. On top, clearly positioned, a pair of black silk and lace panties. Positioned, that is, so that the gusset was facing up clear as day. I could see from a distance that it was white and wet. Dirty little minx. Well, what’s a man supposed to do in a situation like this. What his dirty bastard. Noreen was busy wiping her lips as Ali sat panting and sweating in his chair. His trousers and briefs around his ankles as Noreen still knelt in front of him. She had to admit it. She had enjoyed that. His long fat column of cock meat had felt perfect in her mouth and she was happy to note that unlike some of the men she had sucked, he smelt and tasted fresh and clean. Her college friends had always spoken of the male musk and how the scent of the man as they sucked his tool would make them. It would take me some time to figure out the dynamics and expected behavior when it came to these sexual encounters in the office, and I’m sure that Maya noticed that I wasn’t sure how to handle myself. Gracefully though, she didn’t say anything, allowing me to enjoy my first blowjob in the office. Perhaps this was a sort of welcoming present and an introduction to the social dynamics of office sex. Maya hollowed her cheeks to create suction and really began to suck on my cock. The slurping.