I was sure you'd want to personalize it," she said, and her grin let me know it probably wouldn't be a backbreaking job.At first glance it didn't look...like such a much, but it did have a more or less normal door and it was big. It also had a door opening onto the inside of the garage and right about the middle of the back wall there was a door to our new bathroom.The bathroom was the most impressive part of the deal. Apparently Sigfried could do some detailed work with whatever he used to. Then I took his cock, all his cock, right till his pubic hair was pressed against my chin, levering down till I could feel my nose pressing against his root. He gave a shout as his orgasm began. He humped my head with his thrusting hips, also taking control of my head. I was being used, and I was loving it. His sperm was thick and meaty, a meal.When he subsided, I moved my own cock and balls over his face. I didn’t sense a lot of enthusiasm as he started; this was clearly new to him. But he was. She could imagine him standing in front of her. Seeing her open for him. She pushed her underwear down, kicked it off from around her ankles and opened her legs wide. For him. Always for him. It made her heart thud to think of him seeing her so open, on display for him. He’d see everything. Her fingers slicked harder. She was breathing hard now, helpless moans escaping her mouth.“Fuck,” It turned her on to imagine performing for him, being his. Just his, his baby, his fucktoy, his whatever he. I managed to find a cafe to get some breakfast. That was the last bit of peace for the day.It turned out to be an embarrassing morning in the office. One of the Departmental Under Secretaries – a middle aged woman with dyed blonde hair and a taste for black and white houndstooth check suits – came into the office in an obvious rush, first thing. I was working on the next session I was supposed to be giving in the afternoon. She pointed to three of the other guys in the office and me. “Right,.