Mr. Dodd is just under forty and seems too preoccupied with my breasts. He's one of those blokes who talk to your chest, not so surprising, as lately ... have been shamelessly displaying a lot of cleavage. He's married to a, dowdy flat chested woman called Daphne, which might explain his fascination with my boobs.Mr. Dodd and I are usually the last ones out due to our seniority, and some evenings he comes in to my office for a so-called daily run down, where we discuss the day's business. He. "I am picking you up at your office in 10 minutes to suck on your beautiful cock." I respond back, "I am in a meeting. Can't." Her response, "9 minutes. Make it work." I fake a phone call to get out of the meeting and send a text to my boss, telling him that my alarm went off at home and the police have been called. I am downstairs and in her car in 10 minutes. We drive to a secluded park nearby. She reaches over, unbuckles my pants and immediately takes me in her mouth. It feels heavenly. I. He was wearing a wretched polyester safari jacket in a shade that I can only describe as dog-shit brown. Actually 'wearing' doesn't quite cover it. It was several sizes too large so he was more walking around inside it. The shoulders of the jacket seemed to change direction a few moments after he did. It gave the impression that his head could perform 360-degree rotations - like he'd just escaped from the set of The Exorcist. I was expecting projectile vomiting at any second - on my part! It. I look over at the changing table andsure enough, there is the container, I can reach it easy I am sure.Looking around, the coast is clear, I walk over to the changing table,and I reach up and grab the diaper wipes. Well this is easier than Ithought. Okay now all I have to do is get this dirty diaper off, andclean myself up. Okay there is the diaper bag on the floor I will takethe changing pad out of it and lay on it in case any poop comes out itwon't go on the floor.Yea I am smarter than the.