So, too, are our intentions to become a ?number? at work as truthful as in real life for we both feel strongly that our fates are intertwined now that...we?ve shared our secrets with each other. When the weekend in question had come and gone, it was pretty well a surety that we were a couple now, one in which neither partner was dominant emotionally, physically or sexually. We each had our weaknesses and strengths, our likes and dislikes and we both shared a rather vivid set of imaginations. My soft moan became loud. I bit my tongue as a last ditch effort.A few moments later my tits were out of the cups of my bra. They hadn’t even bothered to take off my tank top or bra all of the way. Rick’s mouth found my nipple and I let out a cry as he bit it. His hands weren’t gentle and now his mouth definitely wasn’t either. I usually hated, actually I hated when guys went straight for my tits, but this time it turned me on.When Rick released my nipple from my mouth he sat up and I saw Devon. Miss Crome was tall and very slim. Too slim for her own liking, she didn't rate her own small breasts and bony butt. However she made fantastic use of her long shapely legs, jet black vamp hair and her mesmerising mouth and eyes. Her preference for bending over at the waist to pick low objects while pushing her butt out legs straining, was almost legendary at school among male students and teachers alike. So was her dominatrix manner, even the most self assured buck going weak at her critical. Watching was fun, but sure as hell what she was doing was a bad omen, this sort of preparation was not a working from home activity. I tagged the spot on the film and pressed on. Dean turned up half an hour later. Not yet twelve o'clock, definitely in work time. I was pleased to see that one of the shots caught enough of our wall clock to confirm the time. I wished I'd thought more about the angles and lined up a clock with a visible date in each camera's view.Watching what happened via a video.