I scanned to room again, but it appeared as if no one was using their computers, so I was stumped again.Then a message box opened and it read, 'Did yo... manage to cum'?I sat in a state of shock, just staring, my first job and caught masturbating in the office, I went into a state fear and dreading.Then the massage box sprang to life again, 'Your secret is safe with me, but you need to answer my questions', and then ended ominously, 'Otherwise'. 'Who are you', I typed back, to which he answered,. ?Yes Miss Jessica?.?And this is Miss Sandy and Miss Kerry. Do you understand boy???Yes Miss Jessica?Kerry is giggling at the scene in front of her, she’s obviously never seen Jessica act this was before. Sandy is not amused and has a stern look on her face.?Now who do you think should feel humiliated by your actions? Should we feel humiliated because perverts like you steal our underwear to defile them? Or should you be the one who feels humiliated???I should be the one to feel humiliated Miss. I was fully dressed each of the three times I had gone down on him. He had not touched me other than to grab my head or a few light caresses of my hair. Saturday came and I lucked out. My wife said she had plans to go shopping with a girl friend of hers. I knew from past experience that shopping was a several hour adventure for the two of them.At 4:00pm Saturday I was back knocking on the apartment door. The door opened and I stood there looking at a well built black man in a police uniform! I. She straightened her legs obediently and the shorts were discarded on the floor behind me. My aching erection pressed painfully against my clothes as I lowered my head back down and my lips met hers, her steely thighs threatening to crush my head as the sensation made her clench. I could feel her heart race as my tongue delved into her, her warm, slick walls contracting, urging me deeper, I felt as if her heat might blister my mouth. I hugged her against me, my roving fingers kneading her.