I am left sitting there wondering what he is doing, if he is coming back. I sit there for two minutes before it dawns on me. He is waiting for me. Wai...ing to see if I return to him. Waiting to see if I give myself to him again. I finish my glass of wine thinking, of course I am going to go in there, I tasted something earlier and like a d**g addict coming down off a high, I want more. And all I have to do is go to him. The guilt is still in my head but it has taken a back seat to this fire he. I backed up so I could experience the full effect of the show. She rubbed her tits through the material of the fleece she was wearing.Then ran her hands up and down her torso and down to the sides of her hips. She gyrated slowly. Her eyes never left mine.She unzipped her fleece.She danced in front of me,"I need you Rob..." She moaned. "I need you so bad...please....I am getting so wet with the thought of you" Slowly she slipped the fleece off her shoulders and down her arms. Soon it was on the. "You like that cock?' he added. I stopped for a second, "Oh yes baby" I started, "I love your hard cock". Back into my mouth went his cock and for the next few minutes he kept pumping my mouth with his hard cock, once in a while slapping the side of my face. He asked his now familiar question, "Your husband like you sucking another cock?" I again stopped, looked up at him, "My husband loves it when I'm a whore for cock" was my usual reply. Gary and I both laughed and I finished off sucking. ...andit was for that reason that Bambi found herself in the cold air duct inbetween floors at the M&R building.She was worried that she was beginning to accept her fate. She was worriedthat she was using the pronoun 'she' instead of 'he'. She was worried thatshe was looking at heels and nightgowns and wondering how she'd look inthem. She had to get out. So after her long and grueling shift at theoffice, she'd stripped out of her clothes and climbed up into the air ductand decided to make a.