‘Sure, no problem. Still up for drink later?’I smiled and nodded as she headed back to her desk. Glancing at the clock, I still had an hour to go ...efore lunch. Pulling out my phone, I decided to have some fun. ‘Oh really, and how will we do that then?’There was a brief pause. He sent back, ‘Well there are still a few things left in your toys box that we haven’t played with’.This was true. I usually liked to just use my nice seven-inch vibrator but I also had an eight-inch dildo and a couple. I got up and peeked, noticing that she was hard at work int he kitchen, all the way across the house (and making lots of noise with pots & pans). I slipped back to the bathroom, unzipped by jeans, pulled them down around my ankles, and began stroking furiously as I tasted her soiled panties.As I rapidly approached my orgasm, I wrapped her panties around my shaft and stroked with her juices. Finally, I pulled back and pressed the head of my cock into the crotch, right where her pussy had just. A crisp tight white blouse was next and a very short tight skirt. The look was completed with a school tie and a pair of shoes. I managed to touch up my make up and hair just as the taxi beeped outside. I threw on a longish jacket and sat in the back of the taxi giving the driver the address. I was relieved to find that the taxi company had sent a female driver. The driver was in no way attractive but as she made small talk I noticed her eyes in the mirror taking in my short skirt and. She wished she could at least play with herself if nothing else. Eventually, a hand let go of one of the sheets. It eased over and in between her thighs as he kept on playing with her boobs and nipples. She started playing with herself, more importantly, her pussy. He didn’t know it yet as she fingered her clit, while he kept on with her boobs, but she felt that her pussy needed so much more attention then it was getting at that point and time. “Ohhhhhhh my fucking god!” she screamed, suddenly,.