It’s around one in the afternoon. You usually take your lunch later than the others in the office including me. You’re the best assistant I’ve e...er had, easy to talk to, funny and beautiful. You have long blonde hair, perfect peach lips, and blue eyes. You are tall, with an athletic build. At twenty-five, you are more mature than most of the “old timers” in the office.You’ve worked for me for two years and you were a godsend. I stand by the door out of sight as I listen to the new intern talk. He noticed movement to his left-hand side. There was a puddle on the floor, in between the two cubicles, and in it he could clearly see the refection of a man wanking, and in a manner that meant the puddle wasnt coincidental, the result of a leak, but was a kind of a mirror, created by the man pissing on the floor to make the two occupants visible to each other.His neighbour’s dick emerged from his clenched fist long, thick and upward curving. Unsure as to whether this man would see his. By every measure he shouldn’t even have been at the tournament at all, a mere green belt competing with second and third degree black belts was absurd but here he was. He could have won the tournament if he’d really been there to win but he wasn’t. Marcus was looking for someone better than him, someone to teach him. The memory of when Star first approached him brought a slight smile to his lips. The smile quickly vanished into the rest of the dance. It was a momentary weakness but the memory. Can you believe it, the next morning she was telling me it was so wrong of her to have done it and it was partly my fault for teasing her so much she craved it, and get this… that it will never happen again.Well, let me tell you, for the entire Fall Winter and Spring season it happened once a week. My plan back fired on me though. After that first cuckolding she didn’t care if I wanted to fuck her any more. From then on all she wanted to do was feel him dancing around her insides. She did feed.