Life had gone sour, problems seemed to be lying in wait for me at all turns. I had just gone through a bitter divorce and no matter how hard I tried I...had written nothing of any quality for months. It wasn’t just that it was beginning to look like I was going to have to get a job and earn some money, but I missed the ability to create and entertain with my words, as if I had been struck both deaf and dumb. I could identify with the dead of the necropolis. Neither the silence nor the cold in. I guessed that Gail took each one behind the knee because suddenly I was open and exposed. Someone lifted my ball sac out of the way and I could feel a finger playing with my ass before lube was added and that finger slipped right in. I am sure I moaned into Gail's pussy as I continued to lick it.The finger moved around, teasing my prostate and making my cock twitch as it was slowly stroked with lubricated hands giving me very little friction but a lot of sensation. My legs were pulled back. .’ ‘You can tell me, Sarah,’ he said softly. ‘I feel like masturbating right now. It might make me feel better. I know it would.’ She smiled sweetly. ‘Go ahead, please yourself.’ ‘Are you going to watch?’ ‘Do you mind?’ ‘Well, no one has ever watched me do this before, but I guess it’s okay. I mean, you did save my life. Maybe I should close my eyes and pretend you’re not here. Or else I’ll be too self-conscious to . . .’ ‘Have an orgasm?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘I’ll be real quiet. But do you mind if I touch. A few times she even let her hand "accidentally" caress my leg under the desk. My mind was set! I was going to fuck her as soon as this bulletin was over. Hey, I know the signs! I've fucked my share of sluts. I ain't stupid!I decided to wait for her to leave in the reception area. In about half an hour or so she came out, "Waiting for someone?" she smiled as she walked by.She then headed for the elevator so this horny black stud followed after...I stepped in the elevator after her. We were.