Anna crossed to a seat and sat with her briefcase on her knees, gripping and ungripping the handle as she wondered what she was doing; she had to be b...ck at work in twenty minutes. Her shoulders were exceptionally stiff and her stomach was in knots as she thought of what returning to work would mean: more heat, more rude clients, her perverse boss. No, she needed some release before she could face that. While thinking this she noticed the girl speak softly into the mike of her white headset and. Linga then hugged me for some time. I understood his desire instantly. I removed his underwear and knelt down on my knees as he was sitting on the corner of the bed. I kissed his cock and let my tongue roll over him.Before I describe anything else, let me describe his cock. It was about 5.5 inches. It was slightly bigger than my husband’s cock. His cock, unlike my husbands, was uncut. Hence, I could not get to see the rosy part of it.Me: Yours is bigger than my husband’s LingaLinga: Actually,. The veins on his cock stuck out more like those on a "real" dildo and the head of his cock felt fully engorged and "squishy", like mine does when I'm very close to cumming. It was strange, but I couldn't help but notice how different his cock felt in my hand, it was almost like touching a cock for the first time.Without the sensation radiating back along my cock it was difficult to tell whether I offered a good handjob or only a mediocre one. I made up for this lack of sensory input by trying. Later that night after everyone else had gone to bed, Charli and I were in our room, getting ready for bed. I'd taken a shower and was feeling a little frisky; there is nothing like pressing your clit against another to make a person feel good. Charli didn't react when I got into bed, patted her on the ass and gave her a tight hug. This was our unspoken signal for playtime if we both were willing.Charli rolled toward me and buried her face in my neck, softly crying."What's the matter, Charli?.