Was it me, or was his cock thickening slightly?I felt my own cock twitch in reaction to my thoughts….I could feel a sort of sexual tension building ...s we both pretended I wasn't sat below his cock like some sort of worshipper and he the master waiting for his servant to pleasure him Very casually his hand drifted down to his cock and he adjusted it slightly, so that it rested to the side of his ballsack. As he did this he made eye contact with me, staring directly as he ran his fingers along. I have then asked for you to come back and see me on your lunch break so that you can explain yourself to me what it is you were doing and why you were doing it.A few hours have gone by since then and I hear a knock at the door in of which you then calmly let yourself in and walk over and sit at a desk, I walk on over to you and hand you some paper work that you didn't happen to get finished off as you wasn't paying any attention to what I was saying, once I have told you what I want you to do,. She was clearly wearing Father's oldclothes - a pair of his brown trousers, one of his white shirts anddefinitely one of his tweed jackets. As well as that she had on a pairof well-polished brown wing-tip brogues and one of his old flat-caps,under which she'd tied her hair in such a way that nothing cascadeddownwards to her shoulders. It seemed that just the boxer shorts alonehadn't sated her requirements."Look at the girls Polly, both so adorable in their dance clothes.What's the matter with. I pull in and like clock work I see Nick standing outside waiting for me. I start to think about winter. I hope his car is finished by then. I don't want him catching a cold standing outside waiting for me. He slides into the car. I see him look down at my legs. I too look. OH MY GOD! I can see a rope mark that was left behind. My heart races and is about to jump out of my chest. He doesn't say a word. Maybe from that angle he can't see it. Maybe he has no idea what it is. Maybe he thinks it's.