The only disappointment at work was that I wouldn’t be able to see her face everytime she came. We had been there for about an hour when I hit the b...tton the first time as I stood up to look over the cubicles to see her getting up and almost running for the bathroom. In less than 10 minutes I got an e-mail telling me she came while locked in a stal in the bathroom. At out 10 o’clock break we both headed outside for a cigarette and I’m guessing that after her last orgasm she way dying fro one. I. Your regular panting breaths become ragged, breaking into gasps. “Oh fuck! Oh yessss! I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come! I’m cominggggg!” you shriek. I feel your snatch clamping down on me, milking me as you climax. The lake of spunk in my balls turns to liquid fire, a burning focus of desire that expands, rising up my stem. My pumping shaft swells in the tight grip of your convulsing quim and I give a sob of pleasure as I come, my molten spunk jetting into the neck of your waiting womb with each. I also remember being jealous of their soft, firm titties as they started to grow. I wanted breasts, but began to repress the thoughts as I drifted into puberty. But I distinctly recall the terror of my first locker room, of undressing in front of the other hopeful eighth grade football players in the old junior high school. It took me a long time to get “comfortable” in the locker room, and looking back, wonder if that was one of the reasons I tried to be the first person in and the last to. After a moment, she slowly continued wrapping the strap around her leg. If he was going to be so bold as to invade his own boss's privacy this way, then she could damn well make him suffer a little before sending him off to join the ranks of the unemployed. She hadn't worked so hard as a minority businesswoman to build a successful company only to have her cockiest employee barge into her room and gaze at her like some kind of lap dancer."Stark, how long have you worked for me?" she asked."Not.