“Keep your hands where they are,” he murmured and slid the other hand up on the inside of my left thigh.Up.And up.“Yes,” I breathed. “Yes, I...will.”The fingertips reached the gusset of my hose and panties and it was like I had been zapped. First I jumped, then I stood, absolutely frozen.Oh, God, he was touching me.There. Right there.They pressed the little puddle of my own wetness that had formed in the material back up against my puffy flesh. I tilted my hip forward to escape the overwhelming. .. I ... I... " he stumbled to a stop next to a rusted fire-hydrant, as a coughing spasm wracked him. Followed by the clenching of facial-muscles. "You see ... I can ... handle it..." He grunted; eyes flashing wild with pained lunacy as a trickle of drool escaped his quivering lips. "Uh – AHHHHH!!!!" his eyes squeezed shut from the pressure that was building behind them. "We don't need ... the masks ... don't need ... the tests ... She ... survives ... I'll survive! Free ... free from the th -. She left a pool of her cum for me to sit on.Last month I was late for a call and missed a sale. Taylor's punishment was to have me drive to the office without pants on. I was then instructed rub one out in the parking lot while she listened on the phone and watched from her third floor window.This was not a love affair. We both had good marriages. Taylor and I were all business. Edging each other on towards the next quarter's milestone.My phone rang as I was in the parking lot leaving my last. . I cannot get enough of you as I keep licking your wet pussy lips... I want to eat you all up but after a while you tell me to stop... but why I ask? I want your cock you reply... I stand up in front of you and take off my shirt, I kick off my shoes and socks... then drop my pants to the floor... you can see my hard cock through my boxer shorts and you sit up in front of me and slide my boxers down yourself... pulling them out to get over the throbbing hard cock now pointing at you... you.