I didn't know her name then, and had only our first brief exchange of smiles to base my masturbatory fantasies on. Now, six months later, I have so ma...y more, not that I need them with my new girlfriend. And it's Ashley I have to thank for my new girl. Remembering it all now, I sometimes have to stop and think, which memories are real, and which are inventions of my erotic imagination? She and her dozen friends gave me so many happy moments to remember, and so much to fantasize about, it all. You are sat alone in your small office. It’s barely more than a booth really, windowless and dark. But it is your own, private space. You have your desk, your chair, an identical guest chair, a couch by the wall and a filing cabinet in the corner.On your desk there are four viewing monitors. They are imported, 20 inch flat screens controlled by a single keyboard. Aside from the phone and intercom, an angle-poise lamp, and a neat stack of buff files, there is nothing else.You do not like. Clive was still hard and moved around to take Dan's place. As Clive slipped in for sloppy seconds, I watched as cum oozed from my wife's used pussy.Clive lasted a little bit longer than Dan before unloading his second load of the evening, me having swallowed his first. After a little recovery time, Jaq insisted that Clive take my panties down and fuck me for her pleasure.I stood up, Jaq pulled down my pink lacy panties and I was presented in my cock cage. I was soon on my knees. Jaq lubed my. . OH SHIT... When I looked over at my wife, she had her legs up... damn you room for being so poorly lit... that girl was in between her legs, I couldn't really see it but I saw her hand grasping the table. She never made a sound but I could see her hips moving slowly up and down. My dick was now ROCK ON HARD babay, if she was getting THAT treatment... wooohooooo... I'm gonna get my dick suck... so I thought. I kept my eyes on her, I truly wish I could have been able to see better but I knew.