He didn’t seem to mind so while I stroked and played with his cock I kinda turned sideways in my seat so I could see it a little better. But it was ...oo dark for me to see much. Eventually he closed his hand over mine, clamping both over his swollen cock. Then with both our hands still clamped to his dick, he stood and with me trailing reluctantly behind, started up the aisle, and out the door and into the first vacant private room that we came to. On the way people sure were staring at us. But. His thoughts wandered and he tried to steer them clear of the erotic dream he had had the previous night, but failed. He could feel the material of his trousers tighten slightly over his crotch as his cock began to stir. "Sorry can I borrow this" he jolted slightly with surprise at the voice and was greeted by a vision of ample breasts straining to escape a too-tight shirt as his co-worker Sarah leant over his desk reaching for the stapler. "Yeah sure" he murmured struggling to tear his eyes. Wendy just watched, unsure what to make of this. Breathing out a long sigh, Polly looked over at her."God. You don't know what a relief it is to be away from them for a little bit. They've been ... well, it's not like I've been a prisoner or anything, but they haven't let me out of their sight ever since..."Wendy waited, but Polly didn't go on. Instead, the woman looked around."OK, what do you think. Should we try one of the sellers setting up now, or go wake up whatever merchant has an actual. Minutes later, Saima walks in towards us with a notebook in her hand and she walks towards Mark and then stands right in front of him with her back towards him and then asks me that she has some errands to write for me and she bends over the coffee table and puts aside the tray and places the notebook and bends down to turn the pages to write something. Mark seemed pretty quiet behind her. He was probably enjoying her dress from behind and then he said. "woww!!!...Saima, I love the material of.