He was fast asleep. His thin chest heaved up and down . She reached her arm over and lay it gently across, pressing herself against him. She looked up...and could see every feature of his face. His stubbled chin, his thinning brown hair which was fast receding, leaving his broad forehead exposed. She stretched a leg across his thigh and started to knead the fleshiness of his nuts with her knee, while still looking at his face. She saw a smile appear and moved her leg upwards slightly, so that her. . Yes, Madam.- Do you know why?- No mam.- It's because I prefer to work with ladies, they're better employees and mainly better secretaries in my opinion.- ...- You see, boys like to show off, it makes them often unreliable, in junior positions at least. As a manager, I prefer the soft way ladies handle things and the real power is in our hands. You see, men tend to think with their dick and then they're at our mercy, even if they have the impression to lead.- ...- You made real progress since. I stood there watching them, staring at their asses, (not too quick to judge!) I said I couldn't decide because their jeans were so tight, so they talked for a moment and said "hold on". They they proceeded to strip off their jeans and I got to judge them in their underwear. Now I was in heaven. I stood there looking at thir underwear and I was getting pretty damn hard. While doing this my sister's friend said to her that I was enjoying it too much and that I should have to strip down too. I. They stink of Will’s cum and my juices and…”“Oh, my Goddd… Aaahhhhh!”There was a loud sigh of relief over the phone which went on for several seconds and was followed by complete silence from my husband.“Have you just cum Pete? Have you been masturbating as I told you all this?” I asked accusingly.“That was amazing,” was all the reply I received – that and some heavy breathing.“So it seems,” I replied.A feeling of relief washed over me too. If Pete could actually masturbate to orgasm as I told.