“Oops, sorry, love,” the woman replied.With my heart bouncing around like a startled bird inside the cage of my ribs, I listened to the sounds of ...he two women choosing a cubicle each as they talked back-and-forth through the divide. I wasn’t listening to a word because Barbara, obviously more used to the situation, had started to slowly move over my cock.When I looked at her, she winked, sucking her lower lip between her teeth as she crinkled her nose at me.Panicked, I shook my head.Wide-eyed,. Though my ears were still ringing, the outdoor arena was peaceful, almost eerie without the lively pulsations that reverberate through the arena when packed with a passionate crowd. Completely alone in the arena, time had slipped away. I had cleared a large area of rubbish and felt confident in my efforts. I checked my phone and realised that more time than I thought had passed. Ahh, shit...how is it already 1.30am?! The last shuttle bus was 1am. With a nice long moonlit walk ahead of me, I. “It’s not… like that”, she struggled with her words.“Don’t you want to sleep with me?”I was hoping that seeing me naked would tempt her to undress herself. Sadly, things weren’t going as planned.“I’m not ready yet”, she replied.“At least let me pleasure myself by watching you”, I said, gently stroking my dick.“Ok,” she replied and simply sat on the bed. Meanwhile, I maintained a distance as I stroked my dick watching my colleague.“Show me your boobs at least.”She didn’t respond but just looked. I lay there in darkness and silence for what must have been an hour. My poor wrists were numb from having to bear the brunt of my weight and my jaw was sore from having to stretch around the funnel. I soon heard the familiar click-clack of high heels enter my office and approach the bathroom. But something was wrong. It sounded like two sets of heels. "Laying down on the job, huh Jason?" "Oh my god," I thought. It was my boss' voice, Ms. Hullaby. She was in her early 40's, a tall redhead.