She gives me a few strokes through my pants. It feels so good. Maybe she will suck my cock the way she did his. I picture her with his dick shoved dow... her throat, swallowing his cum. To my horror, I realize what's about to happen. I move her hand away and try to squeeze down but it's too late. I hear Marcus snicker as the spot spreads in the front of my pants. You really do have the touch, he tells her. I try to laugh it off but I'm humiliated. Naomi can see I'm upset. It's ok baby. This is. Donna squinted at me. “Use the company's line next time, Dr. Jackson.”“Sure, Miss Wilson.” My supervisor lumbered off. It was so demeaning reporting to a woman that couldn't pass a remedial high school chemistry course.“I see the fat hag's still riding you,” Frank muttered.“Yes,” I sighed, rolling my eyes. “Listen, I'll see you when I get home.”“Love you, pumpkin.”I smiled. “Love you, too, my sexy, mad scientist.”He let out a cheesy, fake laugh before I hung up.I set my phone down and stood up,. Some bloke appeared over the fence and told them off, at which they sauntered off giggling. I went to the bedroom at the front of the house, in case they went that way and to my delight they did, so I carried on wanking. They were just milling about, generally being quite naughty, banging on fences etc then one of them kept lifting her top up and walking about wriggling her arse, which really got me horny. I undid my shirt and went right up to the window and made it obvious I was wanking over. “You know you can call me any time about absolutely anything.”“Well, except the stock market,” I added, knowing that Sophie would understand my complete lack of understanding of stocks.“Yea, same here,” she said. “Even stock markets, as long as I get to talk to you.”“Okay, yes,” but you need no excuse, I said. “You are my favourite person in the world.”“Wow,” she replied. “I like that.”“You are,” I replied emphatically. “Anything in particular? Not that I mind just talking to you any.