I have this thing about fucking guys in their "shops."The first guy that ever got me to squirt (the one I mention in my first blog post) had a record ...hop where I would go meet up with him and fuck him. One of my exs worked in a butcher shop and we would fuck in the back from time to time. This current guy has an auto shop, and when we first met, I was overcome with the desire to let him fuck me in there. Something about being at his place of work, about all the tools around...I don't know, but. It’s just been a while since I’ve been on this bike and I forgot your dad made a few modifications.” “Yeah, and I made a few more.” Ben said chuckling as we slowly rolled out of the parking lot. As we pulled off in the cloudless night, the vibrations of the bike were almost too much to bear. I could feel the orgasm quickly building and tried shifting positions to prevent the inevitable. I couldn’t control it though, and before a mile had passed I could feel my muscles quivering as the orgasm. I am sure there will be other opportunities plus the fact that nobody would care if I was naked, interesting.I went back inside to pour some more coffee and looking around I thought how nice it would be to have a cleaner, surely it wouldn’t cost too much to have Mrs Mop come round a couple of hours a week with her feather duster.I sat at my PC and went on to Craigs List as you always get an array of adverts and did a search for cleaners, OMG I didn’t realize the variety and it certainly opened. There was nothing odd there apart from them stroking each other’s thigh. Nothing too surprising until I moved a little further across that is. Sitting alone in one of the other chairs was another of his friends only this one had his cock in his hand and was slowly stroking it. I was momentarily stunned and watched as his hand made a circuit of his cock. Starting at the base, squeezing and then slowly rising to the tip where his fingers loosened their grip and circled the head. He would then.