Four or five minutes later Kanti came for me. I then jumped up took my dick and ran it up and down Kanti’s pussyfoot slit. Kanti was panting heavily... Then I shoved my dick into the wet pussy of hers. Kanti yelled out real loud and was now breathing heavy. After 10 nice slow in and out strokes Kanti was now hugging me. Her tight pussy hole had accepted this new stranger. The new stranger that was probing the inner halls of her pussy canyon. Probing where no other dick has gone. The deeper I my. As long as I met my deadlines and my editor didn't complain too much, I could work whenever I wanted to during the day or night. I did both, in fact.Lee wasn't as fortunate. She had to spend most of her time at the office, although she had afternoons now and then when she was able to work from her laptop at home. "Flextime," they called it. It wasn't much, but it was something, and we were willing to take every bit of flexibility we could get. Her office and my editor didn't need to know. She texted me that she too wanna see me. I got nervous. I said I won’t show my face. She agreed. When I put on cam and I was nude with erected dick. She saw mine and logged out. When I ask her what happened, she didn’t reply. And finally I realized she would have seen the background. She might be in her doubt of me. To confirm she asked me to show the face Next day. I came online and asked her to show the face too. She agreed. And when we on the cam. I know today something will go wrong or. From the corner of my eye I saw her start to shuffle around in her seat and look to her right and pick up the dirty magazine. Odd, I thought to myself, to be reading something so sexual in public. With a shrug, I turned back to my window and tried not to think about the woman, the dirty magazine or what I would like to do to her for punishment for reading such filth. I smiled as a very vivid image of her mostly naked, bent over a train seat, tits hanging out, skirt up around her waist, moaning.