“You were already hard before I came in the room.” She took a moment to think. “I don’t know how to think them hard. Try the touching thing...”She was making this almost too easy. This time it was me wheeling the chair closer. I stopped when I was directly in front of where she was sitting on the bed. Now her tits were right in my face. They were bigger than I had thought with a roundness rather than the cone shape her bra had given them. The skin of her chest was so lovely it made my. I went inside and as I walked towards a shaft of light, shining from under a closed door, my footsteps echoed on the wooden boards.I stopped outside the door with the light showing, it read "Staff Room", at least I had found the room I wanted without much effort.I opened the door gingerly and quietly and immediately saw a man sitting with his back to the door, hunched over the table. The air was filled with the smell of coffee, which was welcoming, and sound of the radio playing the latest. “Are you going to clean my dick again, Dave?” he asked, with a naughty look in his eyes. Speechless, I simply shrugged.“I don’t suppose you want soap in your mouth?” he suggested.“Huh?” was all I could muster, with a surprised look on my face.“Last time I was far too drunk to enjoy a good crotch service, but this time I won’t waste the opportunity,” he said, as his hands pushed down heavily on my shoulders.Jesus, I thought, is this really happening?After I knelt before him I was about to grab. By this point her stark white teeth where biting her lower lip, a brilliant contrast between red and white, enough to turn a man wild with desire. She was stroking his shoulders but each little tug on her nipples, each little lightning bolt of pleasure made her tighten her grip.He got on top of her and started kissing down her navel, his hands squeezing her body, finding out where she liked it the most and putting just enough pressure on to drive her wild with lust. He circled her belly button.