Phir usne kaha k ab tum puri tarah garam ho chuki ho ab main tumhari chut me apna lund daal kar tumhe aise chodunga k tum humesha yaad rakhogi…… P...hle vo mere upar aakar meri boobs ko chusne laga mere hoothon ko chumta hau mere pure bada n ko apne hoothon se sehlane laga. Phir usne apne lund ko meri chut k upar rakh kar sehlaya thodi der tak sehlane k baad ussne zor ka ek dhakka mar kar apna pura loda meri nazuk chut me utar diya… Main to dard k mare tadap uthi..phir vo andar bahar karne. . Honey, why is your hand shaking as you dial your cell phone? Do you need my help? No? Okay-- how about I just work on getting this shirt untucked while you talk to your supervisor?Mmmm... I love how the skin covering your abs feels under my fingers as I slide them up under your shirt. Like silk over steel. One of my hands dips lower and traces the bulge in your jeans. Oh, your voice cracking like that will really convince your boss that you're sick. Glad I was able to help.Let's get this. I then felt the warm, wet sensation of his mouth over my cock as he reciprocated.And there we were locked into a classic 69 position. Form the corner of my eye I could see Sara sitting on the dressing table stool, legs apart and two fingers shoved inside herself. Her thumb was massaging her clit as she watched her husband and his friend suck each other's cocks.Dave and I were really getting in to it now, relishing the delights of both receiving and giving oral pleasure.Suddenly I felt something. It was now just shy of two hours till nightfall Sunday.I found the bottle I'd filled from the water reservoir before sleeping and took a long drink, almost spitting the vile, warm and metallic tasting stuff out. But, I didn't. After all day in this box I needed the fluid to replace what I had sweated out.Fuck me! It must be over a hundred degrees in here! What kind'a idiot thought that doing this job in June was the thing to do? Oh, yeah. I was the idiot, I asked and answered myself as I used.