.. often when it's not offered.' That wouldn't be a good recommendation for an administrator, but in surgery, it'd be regarded as praise."I heard abou...... uh... about your motorcycle accident." And you wanted to suggest that I should know better, right?" I suppose you hear that more than you like, but I can't say a thing -- I'm riding a Triumph Bonneville myself." Good bike. Bad brakes." I'm careful," she defended herself."Did you call to talk about motorcycles, Bobbie?" Not really, but that's. Slowly I worked my way up the leg until, on her bare flesh, at the turn of her torso I started down the other leg. When I had suckled her urine from her hosiery, only then did I turn to the pleasure of her pissy vulva. She groaned ecstatically as my winnowing tongue wiped every drop of delicious urine from her fragrant, now engorged sex, wet with the erotic flower I’d opened.“Get out that big cock and fuck me with it!” She charged roughly, “Fuck me hard!”I dropped my trousers and lowered her to. There was no freaking way she would actually walk up to a woman and ask if her breasts were real or fake ... right?So, I consigned myself to be an audience of one for this little bit of potential drama, I watched Kate as she approached the woman. She was very direct and the two of them talked for a bit. And then talked some more, and still more. I even saw the woman kinda press her blouse to her belly and further emphasize her breasts. After about ten minutes, the two of them walked away. Where. I can see up her skirt as she bends under the desk, she pulls down Desire’s pink panties and tosses them to the side of the small room. I get harder and begin to stroke as she places her head under Desire’s skirt and I watch as she throws her head back, moaning as Lana devours her pussy. I grunt and jerk off fast, moaning as I watch Desire play with her tits for me, locking eyes with me through the glass. I feel like a prisoner, watching my woman play with herself to keep me sane while locked.