“So tomorrow, is that OK?” He asks.“Certainly Sir, I’ll put it in the diary.”“Angie……”He starts to say something, but I’ve already...turned and am heading out of the office, heading to the ladies. I slam the cubicle door shut behind me, slump down on the seat, my head in my hands.“Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!! FUCK!”The coffee shop is tucked just out of the way, off the main High Street, but close to the office, ideal for lunch, if and when I need to step out. Today I really need to step out. I’ve fucked. What's Yogi supposed to have said? 'When you come to a fork in the road, take it?' That's your boy Freddie: about to get forked." Do you feel tired?" Bill asked."From not sleeping? No. No, I think the adrenalin is already flowing. Anyway I rested, for hours, from the neck down. It was just my runaway ruminations that kept me awake, if not alert." Maybe you should have ignored my advice, awakened Josie, and just ... started your workout early." You figure I'd have slept, after exhausting myself. It would not have surprised me if she had forgotten all about her onlooker and myself watching. But she didnt. Near the end, she got on her knees with her ass facing the window. She took the vibrator, reached between her legs and pushed it in. She started fucking herself with the vibrator with her ass and pussy only a few feet from the window. Lubrication was not a problem. Throughout all of it I could hear how wet she was. She not only had her juices flowing, but she still had some of my cum. I knew which dresser belonged to each girl and where their panties were located. This was going to be fun. I never once thought to ask how they would know if I got the right ones labeled. If I had, I would have been ready for a night I would never forget.I thought I would start with the upstairs first. They seemed to be the ones that went to bed earlier than the downstairs. One by one the lights went out, and, after waiting what I thought was a good amount of time, I started my task. The first.