He started the week spending nearly three days trying to find out why an office-worker's work-station kept crashing. Every time he sorted it and left,...he'd get a call saying it'd happened again; eventually he tracked down a virus that some hacker — presumably someone in the same office — had introduced which caused the machine to crash every time the user accessed a porn site; of course the user wasn't going to say that's what he'd been doing when the machine crashed, or he'd have found it a. I was a nervous wreck, but somehow I worked up the courage to spit out the words, "I can jack it some if you want Clay, and if you won't say anything, then neither will I". He sat there for a minute, stone silent, and I was worried that I grossed him out or pissed him off...wishing I could take it all back. After a few minutes, Clay said, "Hey Wes, I really appreciate it, and maybe I could get off if someone else's hand was doing the jerking". So, slowly, I moved my hand down his side. She proceeded to clean Herself, and after a minute or two Tor Endril rose from the water, massaging his throat with his thumb and forefinger. “I don’t think I’ll ever get fully used to how amazing that is,” he said, chuckling. He craned his sore neck and took a seat at the edge of the water, idly rubbing the last remnants of cum from his face and hair. He laughed again, “I also don’t remember what we were talking about. Something about a world you want me to visit?” He looked at Her. With the other free hand they removed my blouse and bra completely. The taxi driver suddenly turned around and said, hey what are you doing? But no one cared. At the next traffic signal, the driver too moved his hand to back side and pushing one man’s head, grabbed my boob. All of them laughed.The taxi soon reached a market where only a few shops were open. Few young men stood outside a closed shop. The men came out and holding my hand pulled me out too. I was not able to cover my boobs again.