Who can't? It was a typical dull Monday morning and I'd chosen to liven things up by wearing some natural coloured ten denier tights to work, figuring...that should anyone glance at them if my trouser legs rose, they'd assume it was just bare flesh and think nothing more. A ten am meeting was called for Management and IT to discuss the upcoming upgrade plans and I was there with my boss. Sat next to me was Helen, a stunning girl in her mid twenties who had already risen to a junior management. "Let's take this to my bed," Terry said and lifted herself off my still-hard cock. It glistened with her fluids and mine.Nora fixed her eyes on the shiny shaft. She licked her lips."Would you like to clean it with your mouth, Nora?" I asked.She nodded again, looked up from my cock to my eyes, and then shifted her lusty gaze to Terry. I saw Terry nod, and Nora dropped to her knees and took my cock in her hand. Her tongue lapped around the crown as if it were a Popsicle."Can you taste Terry's. Look at you!"Molly looked down at herself, and suddenly went bright red."Excuse me," she said, and before John could respond, she left for the bathroom, leaving a trail of erections as she sashayed across the restaurant.On the verge of tears, Molly burst into the bathroom and stared at herself. Dear god, what HAD happened to her? A few weeks ago, she was a respectable graphic designer who wouldn't be seen dead in a dress like this. Now, here she was, in a classy part of town, dressed like a. When I got to her she screamed but very weakly, for she was out of breath.When she moved into a single beam of light from the street, I saw that her face was bruised more than I noticed before. She was about to cry out again and I could feel her muscles tense in preparation to fight."I am not the one chasing you. The man is on the sidewalk now, in pain. He can't catch you now."The woman looked like she didn't really understand what I was saying. "Stand up. I will get you out of here." I had to.