After a quick look around to verify that no one was nearby, we ducked into the small conference room and closed the door. With the toe of my shoe, I j...mmed the rubber wedge meant to hold the door open under the back of the closed door to thwart any potential interruptions. There was never anyone in this corner of the office on a Friday afternoon anyway, so I wasn't too concerned, but better safe than sorry.We slipped into each other's arms and pressed our lips together, our tongues quickly. I have to keep getting naked in front of you, peeing in front of you. It is clear that you are getting turned on by all this. I bet it is really frustrating to get all worked up and have no release". "Well, now that you mention it, I guess I am a bit frustrated. Plus your sister is putting in long hours covering for the bitch who quit. So I guess that is the reason I keep getting hard. Plus your body looks really good" I said. "Well, why don't you let me pay you back for all your help, and. She set the plates on the table and pulled an armless kitchen chair out from the table. “Sit down,” she ordered, and John sat down. He moved to face the table again, but Phoebe stopped him. Coming around to his front, she straddled the chair and sat down in his lap. John’s cock stood straight up between them. “You won’t get a meal like this anywhere but here,” she announced. Smiling, she scooted forward on John’s lap and raised up, reaching between them to grasp her fellow diner’s dick and aim. I knew I could never do that, because just looking at Her photos in Escort or Peaches magazines made me cum in my pants, so there was no way I could hold it seeing Her pose for real, and everyone was bound to notice. I'd be embarrassed and humiliated and kicked out, I thought. I often went into photo studios, usually in Soho, or once Miss Debbie Ann Trent's studio in Stoke, and asked if they had any spare photos. The girls on reception were usually very nice about it, but never had spare pics,.