We had never spoken on the phone before, but I recognized her voice even though it was reserved, not barking orders like I remembered from the day we ...layed in the mixed doubles tournament."Oh, sure, how are you?" I responded quickly, thinking of the nickname, 'Miss Legs' Marcie had given Karen."I still have your racket," she mused, letting her voice fall like she was just waking up from a blissful dream."I have another one," I said, immediately wondering, 'why did I say that?' Obviously she. I reached into my bedside drawer and pulled out some oil and my vibrator - it wasn't you, and I concede that I very much missed the opportunity of speaking to you whilst feeling this fucking horny, or better still, being able to smell and feel you in person. But it would have to do, for now... I massaged some oil into my swollen pussy, gliding it sensuously over my mound, thighs and ass, and squatted above my dildo. Hesitating only to gaze at your face, I plunged the entire length into my juicy. She had a smile a mile wide. "What'd'ya think?" I think it works like it's supposed to," she smiled. "We do good work, don't we?" With that infectious grin of hers, she got smiles from the room.My lead technician stuck his head around the control cabinet. "Got doughnuts to go with the coffee," he said.I laughed. "And that's exactly why you're the lead technician," I said.The rest of the day was just as exciting. It was a good kind of excitement, you know, where months of work in preparation all. I found it. As soon as I put the book down I heard a tap on my window. A hooker with big tits was outside my car. I quickly rolled it down. She asked me if I wanted to spend some time with her. I was shocked, I had never been propositioned by a lady of the night. Before I could answer this dark skinned woman pulled down her top and let those big ass titties out. My dick got hard as a brick. She said and I quote "Go ahead and feel'em". I push my hand out the window and had a hand full of boob..