Then i said ok and i too hugged her tightly and asked how it is now? She replied not enough.. I hugged her more.. So moaned a little and asked what ha...pened? She laughed and said that her boobs are pressing hard to my chest i was bit confused but later a devil woke up in my mind and i said sorry 4 that nd she was ok then. Now saw her face nd she was sleeping so i gained some courage and slowly kept my right hand on her ass and pressed it towards me and my dick is touching over her nighty at her. He knows this. So he keeps going. And then my thoughts drift to HIM again... wondering, what if He were there watching? Would the sight of me coming like that turn Him on, make Him hard? Maybe He would stand over me, and free one of my hands, so that I could stroke Him, while I’m still writhing under the forced Hitachi. Imagining that scenario sends me into another tailspin...another high...I imagine stroking His firm, large, delicious cock. I’d only seen it that one night when we met, but. After what seemed like an eternity the room started to empty. I had already been f***ed to make two stiff trips back to my desk, there wasn’t going to be a third. I rose and turned a corner, intent on heading Jen off on the way back to her office. As I guessed, she had taken the side hallway and was walking right toward me. I strode toward her and in a sultry voice she began, ‘So Mark, how has your…’ but I cut her off by grabbing her around the waist and pulling her through the nearest door I. I said it would be ok as long as he didn't do it too long. I ran into a guy we both knew in school and began catching up on what each of us were doing. I told him about being married to Jerry, and how he went on the road to make better money and Roger told me that he went to work in his dad's studio and how his dad had a stroke so he had taken it over. He said how he did shoots for magazines and photos for sale ads and so on. Jerry was getting home Friday night so, I asked Roger to come over.