I can often cum three or four times on the trot… and sometimes I nip into the loo when things are a bit slow at the office…’ ‘Phew! Aren’t y...u scared of getting caught?’ ‘Actually, that’s one of my fantasies… while I’m doing it there…’ ‘Who catches you?’ ‘Well, it is ‘Girls Only’!’ ‘You fantasise about being caught masturbating by one of the other women at work! Who?’ ‘It doesn’t really matter… see how much you don’t know about me… But that thing prodding my hip tells me someone is interested. Whimpers turned into moans as she bucked her slit against my hand, juices dribbling down her thighs.My other hand went over her mouth, which was just as well. She’s always been a screamer, and the moan that accompanied her release would likely have caught the prodigy’s ear as it echoed throughout the building.After she stopped shuddering, I licked my fingers, tasting her. “Still yummy, baby.”“So happy. Let me, Miss.”She suckled my fingers reverently, cleaning them of every trace of her. "She chuckled too. "Okay, you got me. I've been outsmarted by my cocky son once again. Speaking of which, I'm very distraught! It's strange for me for you to go wild over my pussy like this. I've made it a no-touching zone through so many great sexual adventures that it still seems wrong somehow for you to be touching it, much less licking it!" Don't worry about it," he said reassuringly, while running a hand up her fit tummy. "Soon, this will be the new normal."She thought, He's right! He's. "It's just like a movie set!"I looked around. Sure enough, it looked really old and out of date. That round bed was something, alright. Looked cheap. But I guess it was well built, in a flash the girls were jumping up and down on it giggling and screaming.Hah! On the wall was an old movie poster with a picture of some old guy in a wavy haired Toup wearing a dickey, gold chain and a sport jacket and underneath, a bronze plaque: 'Dean Martin Slept Here'. And, under that, scrawled in magic.