I could hear noises from behind the door leading to the garage area so I walked to the door.When I got to the door the noises coming from the other si...e sounded like moaning coupled with people talking. I paused momentarily and heard some of what was being said. "Fuck this is good." " Let me get some of that." I was trying to figure out what was going on when I noticed an office door that was standing open. Inside the office I could see a window leading into the shop area. I knew from previous. I almost decided to stop by the Home Depot for more materials, but I chose breakfast biscuits instead. I didn't really want to risk Sam seeing me messing around the parking lot with buckets. Besides I needed Someone to drive the Cruiser for me, when I got the buckets. Someone who wouldn't ask any questions."So Sam, the file says we have a closing at 10AM is that the end of it?" I asked."It is, I moved all my other pending closings to Michael Tate's office. You told me I could take them with. She said that she would help and in one sweep moment she took the pallu of her saree and placed it near her navel. At that moment in time all I could think of was to touch her navel but soon reality kicked in. That night I opened a bottle of vodka as it was ritual to drink after eating. She saw this and asked me to pour her a glass which I gladly did.After 3 pegs down I gently got up from the sofa and played a song on my iPod and asked her to dance with me which she gladly agreed. I placed both. “The good news is, not only do you get to feel the excitement of being naked in public, your cunts are growing wet just thinking about my hard cock inside you. You two are my jogging sluts, aren't you.” Oh God, I loved my Oscar, but I have never been hornier in my life for a man. “Yes, I want to be your slut.” Was that my voice that sounded so sexy? I rubbed my thighs together, my twat was getting all wet and itchy. I needed a good fucking and Oscar wasn't around and Mark's cock looked more.