Everyone left except Jim after a while he phoned to ask me to go to his office. He asked me to sit whilst he finished up, he kept looking up then even...ually he asked me to go and look at something he had been working on... I stood beside him as he clicked the mouse on his computer and one of the pics Phil had taken came up on the screen, then another and another. Jim said he was really fortunate to have such a sexy P.A. I asked when Phil had shown him the photos, apparently only a couple of. I started moaning as his hand reached under my pants and firmly grabbed by cock and began stroking me. With his other hand, as he lifted his cute, tight ass off the chair he was sitting on, unzipped his own pants, pulled them down to his knees, and exposed his stiff cock to me. Without thinking, or giving it a second thought, with my left hand, I wrapped my fingers gingerly around his throbbing cock. He let out a little moan and slid down in his chair as I began stroking him. I lifted my rear. ‘Next, when you make your speech, tell us how proud you are knowing Ashley will be making significant contributions in whatever she chooses to do. Don’t feel compelled to mention me, even with a pronoun. I’ll survive the slight. ‘Last, when you’re considering your very generous wedding gift, the most valuable thing you can give me is to never have to see your smarmy face again. If Ashley decides she wants to see you, I’ll conquer my revulsion for her sake. ‘Have I made anything unclear? Is. I very rarely masturbated while standing up and I couldn’t remember the last time I had actually orgasmed while standing. My head swam and I allowed myself to sag forward, my face pressing against Justine’s jumper, my cock inside her panties, my imagination allowing my fingers to rub her crotch. There was so much filth flying through my mind that I couldn’t hold back. I roared as my orgasm released, just as you see in the pornos. I’d always thought that they’d been faking that noise. Perhaps.