Things worked out just right.The next day at work, things were a little different. There were no snide remarks from the break-room gang. My secretary,...Joyce, was even a little more attentive than normal. Frank Toliver did not show up for work. I did not inquire about him, and nobody offered any information. A few of the guys seemed to be avoiding me. That afternoon, a small bouquet of daisies was delivered to my desk. The note said, "Thank you, M.T." Frank's wife was named Marsha. I didn't know. Many times, I yearned to use my lips and tongue but had to resist the temptation. My sexual and emotional needs were suffocating me. In short, they were controlling my life and to try to relieve those frustrations I resorted to masturbating several times a day. Very often, I would leave work, hot and horny as hell. At home, my fingers would then be a substitute for the loving touch of a velvet tongue, licking and probing at my pussy. As I rubbed at my engorged clit, I became lost as my mind. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone was here," she said as she pushed back her red hair from the side of her face. "Do you mind if I hang out a bit?" Honey, I don't mind if you hang out a lot!" was the answer in my head, but I played it cool. After a few more casts, she broke the silence over the babbling of the rushing water. "My name is Beth, it doesn't look like you had much luck?" "No Beth, not a nibble. I'm Dan." I put my gear away and was intending to leave, but I couldn't keep my eyes. " I said threateningly"Me? Are you k**ding...." The girls giggled then excitedly.It was like two teenage k**s in the backseat of a Volkswagen trying to figure out what to do next."Here...lay on your sides facing in opposite directions." Shelly instructed. At least it wasn't a typical "69". I don't know if there's a masculine position for it, whether it's the one who's supposed to be on top, or the bottom. But neither Frank nor I seemed all that willing to relinquish even the tiniest little bit.