Hetold his puzzled colleagues that he was suffering from a virus which madehim feel cold but feverish. Whether they believed him is a matter ofconject...re, but it certainly meant that most of them played safe and kepttheir distance from him as a precaution in case he passed something on.Because of all these problems, Simon was uncomfortable at all times anddidn't suffer from the arousal problems that he always encountered whendressing in private. The pressures he faced made it difficult for him. Greeson was attempting to stop everything that Dempsy was throwing at him. Derrick’s mouth was hanging open as he watched or rather tried to watch the blurred motion of both men’s hands.Suddenly both men stopped and bowed to Derrick, who growled at both men drawing a smile from Dempsy. “Sire I am reminded of something my old master once said. Something I had forgotten ‘til recently. Destiny may be fickle like many people but she also is true to what her purpose is.”Derrick could only shake his. “Thank you, Ma’am,” I said. I wasn’t sure if I was thanking her for painting my cock or touching it but I knew I was supposed to grateful. I just wanted Blair to want to touch me under better circumstances.“Gross, you are getting hard because I touched you!” she noticed my pecker was expanding.“I am late to milk myself, Ma’am. I am sorry about that. If you permitted me to milk myself, I would be very thankful,” I asked.“Sure, but do it right here. I don’t trust you in the bathroom,” she. "Mmmm. Mmmm," was all I could muster as his cockforced itself into my throat. He wasn't letting up, his pace growingmore and more unsteady. I could feel him swell as his balls emptiedthemselves. My mouth was flooded with sperm as he shot spurt after spurtinto me."Get back out onto the floor," he barked. "You can worry about yourvacation after Sabrina gets back. I'll make sure you're compensated foreverything you put in and a few thousand extra for the trouble."I slinked away unsure of how to.