Whenever I would come across her, she would smile in a naughty way, look at my crotch and then make eye contact and smile again. We both knew what was...coming up!When it was time to go back home, I went to her station and asked, “Maam chalen kya ?” (Shall we leave for the day, ma’am?) to which she smiled and said, “Haan sir chalet hain. Mai wait kar rahi thi aap ka.” (Yeah sure! I was waiting for you)While on the bike, she slid her hands into my pocket and her fingers were looking for my tool.. I was half way and felt his cock at the back of my throat. I couldn't go deeper as I didn't know how to deep throat. All of a sudden i felt another bit of pre cum at the back of my throat and had to swallow, as I swallowed he pushed my head forcefully deeper onto his cock till my lips reached his swollen balls. I was gagging on his cock, i was pushing away but every time he pushed me back down onto it. He was fucking my mouth. I loved it. Especially when he started to finger my pussy with his. I slipped my hand into my jogging pants and circled my fingers around my clit. I couldn't wait to see Allen dressed like the lady I've always wanted him to be. I hoped he wouldn't disappoint me but he rarely did.An elderly couple pulled into a nearby parking spot. I was glad Allen's truck had tinted windows so I could finger my pussy in private.Damn...what is he doing in there? Flirting with the desk clerk? I thought. Hurry it up, for crying out loud!A minute later, Allen trotted out of the. But he would like to see them. Still, he didn't know whereshe had gone, how long she would be and most of all what she would thinkof him looking. He didn't want to do anything that might lead to thedenial of future privileges, so to speak. If she came in and found himlooking she may assume he was going to delete them and be cross at hislack of trust, or she may be pleased at his curiosity. He decided itwasn't worth the risk, and was glad as the door opened seconds later. Shesaw him sitting.