Harry took in a deep breath, trying to will his erection down. Of course, it didn't work. He chose to just wait and see if it went away. It was there ...or ten minutes, still throbbing, winning a raging battle against the elasticity of his boxers. He knew what he needed to do."Damien?” Harry whispered. No response came. He tried again “Damien?” Still no response. Taking a look around, making sure everyone was asleep, he continued his task. His lanky fingers pulled at the waistband of his boxers. They have beenthrough a lot together, and share the details of their lives with eachother. It was no surprise to me that Linda told them about my dressing,and wanted to present me to them.All of these women tend to dress for work in a similar style. I call itthe "I'm ready for combat, but don't forget I'm a woman" look: A lot ofblack, high collars and low, wide heels. Often they wear boots, pantsor both. At the same time, they accentuate their boobs and figures.Never have I seen any of them in. Colleen and Rebecca swarmed me, asking what was wrong, and if they needed to call an ambulance."Oh My," I said, over and over again. "I am so sorry. I am So Sorry. I AM SO SORRY."They looked at me with so much love, devotion, and confusion, that I finally told them, "I am truly sorry. I didn't think before I acted."It took me a minute to determine exactly how to say it."I'm Not Sterile, anymore."Rebecca and Colleen were at first confused, and then Rebecca put her palm against her stomach and. Can you put some salve on it please?” she asked, dropped the garment and turned round to show me the angry looking sore spot on her lovely backside. Without a word Intook the preferred salve and rubbed some in with my fingers then kissed her exposed butt. “Sore looks angry but the rest is great!” I complimented her. “Glad you like it!” she smiled. “I love Every part of you not just your bum!” I quickly turned her round before she could pull away and slid my tongue deep in her pussy. “Hey I.