Brian Dodd, sometimes referred to unkindly, Mr. Dodd as brain dead or Ken. Mr. Dodd is just under forty and seems too preoccupied with my breasts. He'... one of those blokes who talk to your chest, not so surprising, as lately I have been shamelessly displaying a lot of cleavage. He's married to a, dowdy flat chested woman called Daphne, which might explain his fascination with my boobs.Mr. Dodd and I are usually the last ones out due to our seniority, and some evenings he comes in to my office. But here you are, whimpering like a little slut trying to keep quiet while fucking yourself on your favorite dick. You feel your first orgasm build and you cease to care. You moan aloud shivering from excitement while you ride. My clench on your waist encouraging you to indulge yourself. Your head rocks back as your orgasm crashes into your pussy. I can feel you squeezing as I thrust my hips up into your womb. "Fuck!" you scream, surely waking your friend in the next room. The creaking bed. Once I got into my rental car my thoughts were in overdrive and my cock had been hard for the last hour. How the hell was I going to get through the rest of the work day?Finally, it was time to call it quits for the day. It was already 7 o'clock. I quickly got into my rental car and raced to my hotel. I checked in and after unpacking took a shower and got ready to go out. I grabbed a quick bite to eat and started looking for a club to go to. I spied a local strip club. This of course was of no. In the time he’d known her he didn’t even remember her ever saying ‘Honey how about I get this one?’ or even ‘Do you want me to help pay for that?’ What annoyed him the most, however, was the liberal way in which she handed out money to her two children, his stepchildren. They only had to hold out a hand and she’d be filling it with cash. Both had their own gold credit cards, the bills for which came straight to Alex. ‘I’m off to play tennis at Greta’s place but just so you know Hannah’s.