A particular story (I don't recall exactly what happened in it) involved someone spying on a couple in a library - how appropriate, I remember thinkin... - but stuff like that never happens to me.But as I sat there pulsing and resisting the urge to pet my prod, I was struck by a moment of inspiration. Taking the mildest of the letters mags (that I'd just finished), it occurred to me - well, I'd probably just throw it out anyway - why not, um, share it around a bit?Making sure nobody was observing. She got up and fixed herself walked out. I couldn’t believe what just happened. My balls were killing me. I need to cum, but I now have to wait. I zipped myself painfully up and walked out and back into the party. Mrs. Gray was in the kitchen talking to Mrs. Tallman. The sight of these beautiful ladies together made my already hard dick hurt as it pushed up against my jeans. “Oh hello Brandon.” Mrs Gray said. “Oh hey how are you sweety?” Mrs. Tallman asked. “Hello, I’m fine. How about you two. Alright dude I say get in the bedroom, he goes in and I throw him on the bed, grab some oil and oil my cock and his asshole all u, I push him face down and pull his thong to the side, I ease my cock in and go deep all the way in, oooohhh fuck Matt that's it, I pick the pace up and begin fucking him hard and fast, he is moaning and whimpering how good it is, damn you got a tight asshole I love busting open I tell him, I pull his head up and lock my fingers in his mouth as I fuck him as hard as I. However, i understand that the agenda of the meeting is now known to you all, and yes there are going to be job losses.` I was stunned. How the fuck did he know i had been fucking Jim. And why was this happening now.??? He went on. `Your line manager Paul, has been dealing with MR Jim Strachan, and he has admitted to both you and him staying at his hotel, which the company has paid for.` He was sitting on his desk, staring at my legs, then my nipples, then my face. `unfortunately, i am going to.