I started performing my monologue, without much focus, and he started to come behind me. He began to rub my shoulders as I spoke, which turned me on ...o no end. “Keep performing!”, he said with adamance. I attempted to get through the next sentence, “You don’t know what love is!”, before he stuck his tongue in my ear. “Ahhhh….oh, my God, that feels….ahhhh”, I moaned. “Don’t stop”, he said. Apparently, this was turning him on as well. I struggled to remember the line, “You. But I don't creep and I don't stare."Unless you're making copies!" the lady from Pittsburgh hollers from the next office over. (Aside, God I wanted to fuck that lady. 50 something, unhappy marriage, smoker, kinda hot, more like a waffle waitress than an executive. GREAT GILF feet.)Okay, that's enough, Remmy says. Now, please note that THIS WHOLE TIME, I've got THEIR FEET in my hands. I had begun rubbing every single toe of every single toe of half the women in my office. They knew I was hard. And helping me dress up sensually like a dollin my boy cloth walking back home happy and looking at my phonemaybe there is another of my daddy up?my ranking in the top 20, unlocking a new feature of the app''**** play''my hearth pounding, looking at the rulesand feeling so excited now some of them wont be notified to me until it was too late for a sissy slut boy like mewalking back home just to wake up by someone sit on me fucking in my mouthin the dark of my own roomsleeping in my usuall. When she used to go to sleep, I used to put her Hands and Legs over me and Doze Off.She also is a very Deep Sleeper. It takes lot of Shakes and Noise to wake her up in the morning. This worked to my Advantage. Now, when she used to hold me like this, I tried feeling her breasts with my hands. As, she used to hold me tightly, it was easy for me to feel her breasts with my Chest. I also tried opening Few top buttons of her Nighty and feeling her breathing cleavage with my Hands. I used to Smell.