His biggest problem was hiding his eight inch erection from Miss Amy. With his mission nearly accomplished all he had to do was set up the bed and he ...as home free, or so he thought. He caught a few more glances at Amys cleavage while they lifted the mattress onto the bed frame, and he wondered how such a petite woman could have such a nice rack. Jack was getting ready to pack up and leave but Amy had other plans. Jack? Amy asked, How much should I tip you for your services? He hadnt given it. "Hello, Vince." I turned my head at the unexpected sound of Lydia's voice, somewhere behind me. I saw her walking towards the living room with a sandwich in one hand, and a glass of milk in the other."Hi, Lydia." I answered her a bit nervously. I hadn't expected her, and to have her speak to me was even less expected.She continued walking until she sat down on the other end of the large sofa I was sitting on. I watched as she took small bites of her sandwich and tiny sips of her milk. She kept. She squeezes your growing cock and says. "That is exactly what I am hungry for. Can I get on my hand and knees and eat you?'" You nod your head and put your hand on her head and guide her to her knees while she unbuttons the top of her blouse and pulls her tits out. You grab her by her hair and neck and put her under your desk so no one in your office would see. She unzips your pants while rubbing your hard cock and massaging your thighs. Your pants are around your knees and she takes your. It will make things weird. It won’t work.”“Well, I’m not halfway yet and I need some cock.”Molly half choked on her wine, from the Sarah’s candid honesty.“Ha Sarah. Maybe a good night’s sleep, get your otters and you’ll see things in a new light.”“You must have more self-control than me, Molly. I’ll give it a go.”*Another week passed, and the routine of her job kept Sarah on the straight and narrow. Towards the end of the week, a heat wave set in and she swapped shirt and jeans for sleeveless.