Dodd is just under forty and seems too preoccupied with my breasts. He's one of those blokes who talk to your chest, not so surprising, as lately I ha...e 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 for a so-called daily run down, where we discuss the day's business. He often. We didn’t speak of it; Yumi, I think, knew but maybe got a secret charge.Now, Sayaka was looking at me frankly, over coffee the next morning after I’d stroked her along her smooth belly. We were going to talk, she said. Her frankness unnerved me a bit. I wasn’t going to get to touch her, have my way with, and have Yumi all to myself, too. She understood, she said, and no hard feelings, OK,but I want something, too. We called Yumi, and met her for lunch at a Thai restaurant in Shinjuku. But a. Maybe allow me to be some small part of it. She said that if we took that approach you’d say no, that your sense of honor and nobility would emerge and you’d refuse, that you wouldn’t risk ruining her life, our marriage.”I looked at her; she’d probably been right, or at least I’d like to think so. She looked back at me. “You would have, Zach.”I shrugged. “Maybe. Might have been better.”He shook his head. “No, Zachary, this was good. This was what we wanted, and I’m glad she knew how you would. I decided to take a light breakfast and wait for her.As I sat down on the patio I noticed the moans of pleasure again coming from Markus room. I assumed he was again enjoying his lady friend for morning sex. My curiosity got the best of me so I decided to sneak through his open window. In the middle of the room there was a different woman, a curvy blonde, on her knees sucking on the biggest cock I had ever seen. The woman's face was hidden from me but her body was familiar. She wore.