Grabbing the cloth-covered thing next to the table, he dragged it toward me, a metallic scraping audible as he moved it over the tile. Then, with a f...ourish, he pulled the cloth away to reveal…whatever the hell it was. The first thing I noticed was the massive black lifelike dildo that stuck up from the heavy metal pipe that crossed the top. Its base was very thick, nearly as thick as the pipe that supported it. That massive girth gradually tapered to a relatively small head at least a foot. I was the queen of fast showers, with a litany of things to do that day already running through my head. He was a shower lingerer, just standing for long moments under the water, soap in hand, while I was all-business, scrubbing and rinsing and shaving in record time. Sometimes he could get me to linger with him, distract me from the endless lists of stuff to accomplish in my head. Thats where it really started, although I recognize it now as a progression from our early morning ass-stroking. But talking about helping out the help deskwomen and irate customers and stupid sales people gaveme a chance to move my hands, and brush her knee,again. If only I could find a way to accidentally touchher chest on the side, innocently. Now the realisationstarts to take a grip, I am actively involved in tryingto sabotage my marriage for a quick thrill with thisgirl. What a girl.Her cigarette was almost finished, this is a bad sign,because I know she doesn’t like to spend too long awayfrom. And it didn't hurt when he told me how I had a really nice one.When he asked if I liked his cock I just mumbled something for my first answer. When pressed hard I told him it was the first I'd seen. He then asked if I wanted to touch it. I did want to but was too shy do admit my desires. I suspect he'd done this before with a new k**, he told me nothing bad would happen if I put my hand on his cock. I still hesitated until he just grabbed my hand and put it there.Feeling another cock for the.