Then our AM asked both of them:AM: Come up with a cost-cutting plan. And whosoever’s project gets selected will be recommended for next promotion.I ...idn’t have anything to tell Reka. So I rushed my dinner and returned to my workstation. Then I looked around. Kirti was not in her seat. So I unlocked my PC to start my work. There I saw she had replied to my message saying –Kriti: We’re working on weekends this week.And blank (as it is a call centre, we work on a roster basis 24X7). I was unable. "Whatever is required to keep you happy, Mark."She was trying to come to grips with her feelings. Certainly, he had damn near raped her at that first encounter. Really, is pulling one's skirt up and bending over a desk that obvious an invitation? She had only meant it to be a symbolic gesture of her commitment. After all, she was much older that him.Apparently it was taken as literal by this unsophisticated boy who did not appreciate nuances. She had expected to shame him by simply offering. The minute I finished talking, Nick pushed my head down on his cock, so that it was almost all the way down my throat. I proceeded to suck my way down his shaft, while I listened to his soft moans that were slowly becoming more pronounced. I decided to suck a little bit faster with a bit more pressure, and swirled my tongue around the head of his penis. I felt his warm precum moving around in my mouth. I moved my way down to his ballsack, and took each one of his balls in my mouth and sucked. In the past, after cumming, that was usually it for me, at least fora while. I could get used to this - daisy-chained orgasms. But I startedto wonder if this was normal.Reluctantly, I decided that that was it for the night. Maybe some othertime, I'll explore the upper edges of this new "ability" of mine.Besides, I vaguely felt guilty, and felt a little dirty, wanking off overimages of my own sister. Sorta like incest or something. These thoughts were like a bucket of cold water, and killed off.