I went to her and placed my hand on her shoulder. “I am sorry,” she said quietly, looking down at her hands. “I think we have both learned som...thing today, Jemima,” I tried to soothe her. “Are you married?” she asked. I gave a little snigger. “Nooo, I never seemed to have found a man whom I want to spend the rest of my life with, besides, my job... you know? Not really compatible.” I paused, “You?” “No. I am the same. My job keeps me away from home a lot and the men I meet, well... most. Then resumed licking and kissing it as if a stranger had offered her a lollipop under the condition that he hold it out and she cannot use her hands.“Make me cum already,” said a rough voice from the other side of the box, beyond the hole.The voice made her whimper. How could a beautiful dick belong to such a voice? But she obliged.Once again, she took it back into her mouth, but this time she went faster. She fucked her own throat with the cock, speeding up and making wet sounds every time it. There was a wide variety. Big, small, cock shaped, vibrating, even a "locking" one that expanded inside and was locked with a key. Too extreme, I thought and as I was reaching for a small, pink butt plug, I saw a huge arm reach from behind me, and grab the locking butt plug. I turned my head and saw this massive man, probably early 50's, about 6'4", towering above me. He had a goatee, and although he was wearing a leather jacket, something about him just told you he was a strong, powerful. The curtains were moving in the breeze giving a glimpse outside and he spotted them there.He approached and watched Mike drop her dress to the ground before pressing against her and cupping her breasts. He stepped back and lowered her delicate lace panties to the ground before removing her stilettos and helping her step out of them, she stood there naked, her firm buttocks brown and unlined from the sun “stunning” he croaked “let me just look at perfection”Mark moved and put a finger to his.