I couldn't tell if she enjoyed the show or if it was "gross" to her. I'm guessing the latter. Normally that would have been frustrating for me, but to...ight I was okay with it; I was thinking about stroking Rick’s hard, throbbing cock.I closed my eyes and pictured Rick laying naked in front of me. As my right hand squeezed my nipples, I pictured squeezing his; my hands rubbing his body, circling down his flat stomach to a waiting, large cock. I would stroke him slowly at first, playing with his. That few seconds of contact made my head spin. Finally she got to a shot that was a self-portrait of her holding the camera toward her bathroom mirror. Even though it was innocent enough she quickly closed the viewer window. I did get a glimpse at how photogenic her beauty really was and I wished I could see the subsequent shots, but she was done. She discovered the old beanbag chair in the corner of my office and dragged it away a bit to sprawl out on it unselfconsciously. She grew comfortable. He then proceeded to stand right behind me, kinda close enough to smell his aftershave.At the first gun going off, I jumped a little. Sanchez reached his arms out and grabbed my waist to hold me steady. I relaxed and put my hands on his arms to let him know I liked it.After several minutes, his hands were firmly on my body and I had moved back against him. He was strong and smelled nice. I enjoyed being in his arms.Since both the lab guys were busy with their task, I slowly backed into him. We never went out to dinner. I never charmed her pants off then went down on one knee. We never walked down the aisle together. But in its own little way that brief snapshot of London life determined my future, because someone was watching. Later that day I met up with the gang at a cellar bar near London Bridge. Don’t ask me the name of the bar because I’ve forgotten it, but I haven’t forgotten how we used to take advantage of the happy hour, Dominic chatting up the barmaids, Jo giggling at.