We both knew it. I had never before in my life felt so lewd and dirty as when I pushed my panties down in the middle of our office, with a dozen eyes ...atching. I didn’t have time to waste. I stepped out of them and threw them under my desk with one foot, then pulled up my dress and knelt down over the bowl. Gasps rung in the air -- I couldn’t say if from the audacity of the display alone or if my clean-shaven pussy with its lightning tattoo, a sin from the past, had anything to do with it. I. He then prodded my lips with his tongue until I opened to him. He gently touched tongues with me and at first I tensed up but only once. I didn’t give in but I didn’t push him away either. I cupped his cheek softly and returned his kiss. I knew he was right, I needed to do this to make the old memories go away. He pulled me closer and settled me in his lap against his chest. I clung to him and moaned as his hand rested on my side then he massaged my stomach at the base of my ribs for a moment. As he smoked, Scott would take the cigarette out of my mouth and ash it for me as my arms and legs were still tied up. Just as we had finished smoking, we heard the sound of footsteps and then the living room door opening. Chris and Patrick came in. They grinned at us both.“Had fun?” Chris asked.“Yea, it was great.” Scott replied.“Well we are about to have some more. Hope you guys are ready.” Chris said. “We are just getting warmed up.” Chris walked over to me and began to loosen my ropes. When. May be she liked to control a helpless man. “What if I don’t want to move, big boy?” She teased, squeezing my balls. Ooh. what a bitch.“Then I guess I’ll piss in the shower!”I closed my eyes and he released his golden stream at the slick tiled surface of the shower wall. She said “I always wanted to watch a man piss”. And she crept to the side and slid her hand around my spraying organ. I stopped, and when I looked down and saw Harsha holding my penis. With a sly smile, I said “Go ahead,.