I slip the ring over and down my flaccid two and a half inch cock, making sure it is snug at the base. I put the vibrator on slow speed and begin typi...g again. It doesn’t take long before the low vibrations begin to make my cock stir (typing this out as it does so only increases my excitement level). I think of a female sitting at her desk, her pussy getting moist with desire and letting this story lead the way. I imagine her hand drifting between her legs as my cock rises to the occasion. I. I could hear the power shower upstairs as I worked. It had been half an hour or so and I still was not even half way through. I didn’t know how she wanted it all laid out, so I left things in random positions as I put them together. Tracey came down, holy fuck, she wore a very short thin dress, I could see her nipples poke through it, she asked, “How you getting on?” She was drying off her short blond hair with a towel, she threw it to one side and I said, “Yeah, getting there, but I need you. ." I whispered devislishly. I lift one leg up, enough for you to see through my shaven wet pussy. I place my heel in between your legs, just the tip of my heel on top of your crotch, and the back of my heel buried on your leather seat in between your legs. I begin to tease your hardened cock by massaging it with my heel and I hear you instantly groan and breathe irregulary. "Oh baby...your so fucking hot.." you tell me with passion and iressistable pleasure. I smile, bringing my legs down to. Sally” Something struck me though and I reread the last line “I may be disappointed…” How in the heck could I be unless she didn’t show up…I couldn’t care less about the damned coat, but it seemed that little Sally with the big tits and sweet curvy ass did…A flash of anger surged through me as I fully realized she didn’t give a darn about my cock, having sex wasn’t something she had offered, only a fucking blow job…this was going to be one expensive piece…oh hell, it’s only money I thought as.