Andrew was losing the fight in the battle between his body and his mind. He idly brushed away a few strands of soft brown hair that had fallen in fron... of his eyes."What's...happening...to..me?" he squeaked. His hips began to pulse and throb in time to his quickening heartbeat, and his chest felt puffy and tight. For the briefest second, an erotic thought of Tony making mad and passionate love to him flashed through his tortured mind. Andrew, in the very last few seconds of his life, knew the. Like a zombie, I backed away a couple of steps and gingerly shut the door.Who the fuck was Molly? I didn’t know anymore. Not shy, having sex with some guy (and it felt creepy to admit it, but I knew for a fact she considered herself single, without a partner) while high and possibly drunk. I had let her slip between my fingers like sand, and now it was clear I had lost her.No, I couldn’t accept that. I was fighting this whole time. I had accepted Molly wasn’t mine to have. Nor anyone’s. So who. No one said a word! I loved it, never done it before, always wanted to do it for this guy, but the opportunity had never happened! My sweet missus was orgasming & orgasming, a series of first, soft ones, then a mighty crescendo! Now they changed positions. Naturally I was disappointed, as I could no longer worship their union with my mouth. "Best for deep penetration" said Stuart. My wife's lover moved atop her, her legs against his strong shoulders, so that my ovulating wife was almost bent. "Now Sissy," Nancy explained. It looks like she has decided to renameme. "Yes, you could try to run out the door. But just think for a minutehow you are dressed. How far do you think you would get before someonesees you. And has everyone in the company gone home yet? Besides, don'tforget the photos ...." I decided I had better stay there. I flexed myarms, which had gotten stiff from being in one position for so long.Nancy led me over to my desk. She bent me over my desk at the waist.