This slutty little nobody was going to make him cum, in his office, whilst his PA watched. He would never live it down, he'd be a laughing stock, he'd...be finished. The terror and the need warred within him, somehow feeding off each other as his climax drew inexorably closer. Desperately he wanted to stop. Desperately, he didn't.His eyes caught Penelope over Melanie's bobbing head and he offered her a silent plea, begging her with nothing more than his expression to not use this against him.. Marci bobbed her head up and down on my cock for a few minutes then she stopped and asked, "Does this feel good?"When I responded in the affirmative Marci said, "Why don't we go up to bed now so we can take care of each other." Then suddenly my beautiful memory was shattered and replaced with the image of Marci on the floor with John Martin's cock in her hand and hearing Marci say, "I want you to suck on my cunt. I want you to make me cum."That's the way things went for a while. So many things. I only do taxiing part time. The rest of the time I work at the local garden centre delivering plants and stuff. Mrs Campbell and her old man are regulars.”‘Oh fuck,’ I thought looking at Manus who was thinking the same thing. This wasn’t good. Manus thought quickly then said to the driver,“Well, we are all from art classes around London and since Mrs Campbell has a large house, she kindly offered to host a discussion on Venetian Renaissance artists.”Oh right,” the driver said sliding the door. The ride there and back tested his control. While he was sure she wasn't doing it consciously, she was sending a whole lot of "take me I'm yours" signals. And her perfume had obviously been designed by someone who knew what he was doing. She smelled so good that about all he could think of was getting his tongue, then his cock, between those pretty lips. Either set would do, thank you very much.Alicia was a bit nervous. She knew that she shouldn't even try to make a play for Charles, but damn.