” “So I see,” Tim replied. I had been caught. There was no way around it. “Look,” I said, “Please don’t think bad of me.” “Why would...I do that?” Tim asked. “It is tough right now,” I replied. “it’s a personal thing.” “I understand,” Tim replied. “I feel the same way from time to time.” “But you’re married,” I shot back. “That doesn’t count for a lot,” Tim replied, leaning against the wall of my cubicle. I glanced straight at his crotch. I don’t know why, but I did. It was a quick glance. I. ''No, I tell each person to excuse themselves before going into the toilets. I then tell them that if they don't go and pleasure themselves and return to their desks relaxed and relieved, then they're going home.''''Wait, so you would tell them to go and masturbate?''''Definitely.'' she said smiling, ''It relaxes you, you need to feel relaxed otherwise the person on other end of the phone will know. If there were guys working on our floor I would suggest an orgy, but there isn't.''I wasn't sure. This woman had to be kept in her present state of ecstatic oblivion until whatever time someone came to our rescue. And I was facing a serious marathon challenge.Was this how the young gigolos felt as they performed their duty for the wrinkled and gnarled old widows? I'd heard a cynical report of how it was done. To get it up, imagine she's somebody young and gorgeous. Then to delay ejaculation, think about cold tea. I tried the first idea, silently mouthing "Britney, Britney... Paris,. I had developed well physically, I was almost 6 feet, weighed 85 Kg and the most important part, my cock was almost 9 inches when erect. And I masturbated several times a day, it was just something I did. Until Mum caught me one afternoon after school, I didn,t think she was home so I was beating myself up when she came into my room. I expected to be yelled at but she just shrugged her shoulders and told me to keep the door closed. Somehow, that information got back to my mates sister Lorraine..