You gave me your number." Well" he said. "You like that picture of my cock, Baby?" I've never been with anyone other than my husband." So, you are loo...ing for something different? I don't mind a romantic relationship. If you want to fuck, I will fuck you. "Well, I don't think that would be a good idea," I said."Fucking bitch," he said. "Why are you calling me up? I don't play games. If you want me to fuck you, just say the word”."Wait!" I paused, and could hardly believe what I said next.. "My head jerked up straight and I furrowed my eyebrows. Was Alfred asking about my dating life? "Uh ... yes. Yes, I have," I stammered."A young man who is also an employee of this company," Alfred clarified.I blinked twice. "I, uh..." I sputtered nervously. "Is that a problem? I mean, I reviewed the company regulations and as long as we're not in any sort of supervisory-" No, no, dear," Alfred interrupted me, holding up a hand. I shut up immediately. And he explained, saying, "I merely wanted. So the three of us continued to talk, make wise cracks and general enjoy watching our techniques. As I was pretty well enjoying myself and knowing that I can and usually do masturbate several times alone in a room. I was enjoying myself and feeling the joys and pleasures of my own stroking and the building up of my first climax. I began to increase the pressure on my own cock and increase the speed of my hand stroking myself after lubing up my cock again with the lube again. As I began to moan. " Marisa shrieked, grabbed me by the ears and plunged my head back down between her legs. Her left hand held the back of my head as her right deftly pulled aside her panties. "Lick me big boy!" she panted. "I’m fond of pickles too." Within a very short period of time (too short!) she gave a loud moan and a drawn out "Ohhhh!" and a shudder, and she pulled my head up by my hair. Her eyes were black, she was flushed and she was very wet. "There’s a small fridge below the counter, I think.