You watched me, the pleasure from my fingers no doubt etched on my face. Then you closed your eyes, concentrated, and a dribble of piss spattered onto...my mouth. The dirty filthy flavour exploding on my taste buds.With a sigh, you let go, the piss-stream a torrent, splashing into my mouth and spilling out; splattering over my face, my tits, matting my hair. My fingers furiously rubbed my clit.I swallowed as much as I could, as you feed me your piss. I wanted it all, everything you could give me,. He tried to look gruff, but broke into a big smile. ‘I can’t help it. You have this affect on me and I feel like I’m in highschool again when we are together.’ ‘Really,’ I said smiling, a wicked thought entering my mind. ‘Let me show you what I liked to do in high school then.’ I leaned over and rubbed James’ cock harder, feeling it expand and become instantly erect. Trying to keep his eyes on the road, he looked down long enough to see me unbuttoning the front of his jeans freeing his member. In another sense, it was like breaking up with someone you loved, and then seeing that person all the time. He was going to have to interact with that person on a daily basis and he wanted back what used to be, but he knew that could never be, and he grieved because of it."Hey," said his own voice, softer than usual, more caring than usual. She stepped toward him and took him in her arms. His arms. Except now they were being controlled by his sister. They weren't his any more. The ones he had. To the far left of the warehouse where all the stock was kept was the employee break room, and at the rear of the break room were 3 offices for me the produce manager as well as the bakery and deli manager. There were no doors on the offices but after walking through the door there was a cubicle partition and behind that was my desk with my desk chair on the back side and two other chairs across from it. It was about 8:00 at night and we were at about half staff and nobody was in the break room.