There he was. He looked exactly like he did in his profile. You'd think it was taken today. "Hey" he said.I didn't respond. Nerves. Instead I stepped ...ack and held the door open. Sandy grinned and stepped inside. The door was locked behind him, and there we were, standing inches from each other."So, you come here often?" He asked to break the ice. I laughed breathily."Ha, yeah, I'm here sometimes." I wasn't very good at this. Fortunately, Sandy wasn't here for small talk."You want to go first?". The first time, this guy stuck his finger through the hole, but I didn't know what it meant, so I asked him and all was silent.Next time the same thing, I was in the booth watching the other guys playing with them selves and me with my pants down stroking my cock, when the figure motioned me again. this time I figured, what the hell and I stuck my hard cock through the hole.Wow, these lips took my cock and sucked me to a fantastic cum shot.I quickly pulled up my pants and left.Next time I went. "Can I please have your shirt?" I repeated.She looked confused for just a second, then got a sultry smile on her face. "Certainly," she said, as she slowly undid the knot under her breasts. She arched her back as she slipped it off her arms, then walked up to me and dropped it in my lap."Call me if you need anything," she breathed sexily, then strutted into the house, topless, under the gaze of me and her daughter."Ready to tell me about yesterday?" I asked Karen, surprising her."Um, sure," she. We were both working on the client presentation and were quite tired from the long hours we’d already put in that day.During discussions with him, I would often ask him questions about parameters and assumptions. This necessitated him to lean across and look into my laptop while I showed him graphs and figures. I was so turned on simply sitting next to him, but didn’t want to say or do anything in case it backfired. I asked him a question, and he leaned across to look into my laptop. When he.