I felt that at least owed him a drink for helping sort out Rachel. He'd been good enough not to make too much of a joke of it around the place, too. H...'d been sympathetic about what happened and gave me a bit of a lecture on not turning my back on work in progress. Nothing I didn't deserve. I wasn't going to let it happen again.It was mid afternoon and we were almost the only ones in the room. A group of three girls sat on stools at the bar, chatting and laughing. We took our beers off to a. Meanwhile Babs had not been quiet herself. Silently she had moved her hand down to his groin and gripped hold of his cock. She ran her hand along it. By her reckoning it was about 7in long. She let him suckle on her breast for a few more moments and then she said. ‘You’ve had your bit of fun I reckon I get to do some suckling of my own now.’ Her boss looked at her puzzled and then the light bulb went on. ‘Wheel your chair round to the front of the desk and drop your trousers and trunks and sit. Even then, the train is crowded, but by the third stop, we are packed in like sardines. I’m wearing a simple white blouse with a colorful scarf around the collar, dark grey skirt suit, black hose and black, patent leather, three-inch heel pumps, little different from what dozens of other businesswomen on the train are wearing. In spite of that, I stand out from the crowd. My hair is like a cascade of liquid chocolate falling in waves almost to my ass. I’m not a classical high-cheeked beauty,. I duck into a conference room and she has her shirt pulled up and nothing else on, sitting with one leg up on a stool next to her home computer desk and she smiles at me as she raises one big tit up to her lips and sucks on it…. Loudly. I tell her to stop and she put something over the camera and says, “Hey, Big Brother, I want to have some fun. Put your phone in your shirt pocket so that the camera can see the room and I will keep you entertained.” I looked at my watch. I had one minute. I.