In the beginning we stuck to business as we danced around each other in innumerable meetings, but the spark of attraction was always there. I was torn...between professionalism and the need to get to know her better. I beat the excuse of working dinners and lunches to death, as I stepped as close to the line as I dared. To my delight, Jean not only bought my excuses, she came up with a few of her own. We thought we were being so discrete, but it wasn’t long before everyone we worked with knew. The law may be boring but it's steadywork and it pays well."She was pulling open drawers from a tallboy chest next to thewardrobe. They were full of accessories: aprons, gloves, shoes, hats,parasols and shawls. Susie grabbed a particularly fearsome-lookingwhite undergarment."I'm going to need your help getting this corset on. You can be mylady's maid."I laughed and continued opening boxes."Why on earth would you want to wear one of those things?" I said."Your figure doesn't need any shaping.. Fuck, he had my attention before but doubly so now. I reach over with my left hand to latch onto his erection but I realize that my hands are cold. There are guys in the stalls so I whisper "better not, my hand is cold." He grins and winks and his right hand grabs my cock and starts to rub it gently back and forth. Now I luv what he is doing even more. I turn more towards him and reach out with my right hand and wrap my fingers around his cock. Wow, he feels terrific in my hand, hard but soft. Yes! Yes! Fuck my dirty slut holes. Shove those big cocks deep! Fill me!”With each hard thrust Brian gave her, her tits would jump up and smack me in the face. They were so soft yet most from the sweat. Whenever she would lean back slightly, our balls would smack together. “Yes, fuck yes, tear up my fucking ass. Mm, I’m a fucking whore.”Brian loved the dirty talk as well. Every time she started to talk, he would speed up, just tearing apart her hole. I’d lick at her tits as they rubbed against.