It was standing straight up, against his lower abdomen under the tan material of his suit trousers.“Let’s get these off you so we don’t stain th...m. We certainly can’t have you walking around the office with semen spots on your pants, can we?” I asked rhetorically as I unbuckled his belt.Toben kicked off his shoes, as I lowered his zipper. I knelt in front of him and held the hem of his pants so he could step out of them. I folded his pants as he stood there in his starched white dress shirt,. That was no big deal to him, and he certainly did not wish to cause any trouble, which might interfere with his plans to be naturalized as an American. He rang the doorbell, and it was answered by a girl who was a little younger than him, but not by much. She was a little on the heavy side, but that was hardly a minus in his book. She actually seemed a little cute with that look. She was not a supermodel, granted, but he was from New Zealand, not France, and did not really care much for the. He whispered to his buddy, who looked at me too and then went back to work. I watched as he sucked faster and faster, until his friend grunted and raised his hips. The guy was a real pro, burying his face in the pubes until he had the whole load down.When they were done, they both got up to leave (I thought). One walked past me, and then they sat down on either side of me. Uh-oh... I thought... what's happening. One reached into my lap and started stroking my cock to see if I'd object, and. She loves sex, the wilder the better. She told me once she even loves it up her butt. I figured I would just wait for her to contact me.”“Okkkkk,” said Tony, “I think that was more than I wanted to know about Sonya.”“Why?”“Because the next time I see her it will be difficult not to think of her with a cock in her ass, and it will be hard to look her in the face.”“Tony … Go back to work and let me finish my drawings.”Tony left the coffee room and returned to his office, attempting to get rid of.