Das klimpern meiner Schluessel hallte deutlich in dem langen hohlen Gang.Ich schloss auf und trat ein. Dann liess ich den Schluessel in meine Jacke zu...ueckgleiten.Das Buero sah aus wie immer. Vielleicht etwas unordentlicher, aber sonst ganz normal.Ein paar Notizen von mir, die ich an die Wand gepinnt hatte, bewegten sich leicht.Die Klimaanlage.Unter meiner Schreibtischablage hatte ich meinen Schluessel fuer den Schreibtisch.Eine dumme Angewohnheit, jeder haette sich bei meinen Unterlagen. Philippa then ran her fingers across the covered cunt of Sharon and commented how wet she was – perhaps this being punished in front of a stranger should be more of a norm – she left that comment to hang in the air. I saw a distinct movement by Sharon as she tried to keep Philippa fingers touching her cunt. Sharon then apologised that her cunt was so wet from the promise of her punishment.Philippa then reached up and grabbed Sharon’s hair and pulled her down so she was resting across Philippa’s. It was maybe half way back when she thanked me for her 'first date.' I should have said something. I really should have told her it wasn't really a date. It wasn't until later that night as I lay in bed thinking about Claire that I really thought I had gone too far.The trouble was that my damn emotions, passions, and hormones were all in league against me. Recalling the afternoon, I sprang erect. My hand quickly encircled my shaft and stroked. Closing my eyes, in a half dreaming state, I saw. "Hello, Brother!" He made no attempt to hide what he was doing; in fact he waved the scroll he was reading at me as if he was proud he had found it. He may have been, as a new walker of the Do path, Alon had already surpassed me in his training. Pride could be considered his one failing, that and his sparklingly white clothes. Maybe this was more my problem than his?Not that I didn't feel a touch of pride at being Do. It had proved to be a tremendous advantage during my mission to Nagnang. My.