We would both be naked with erections and we would get up on the wooden bench at the back of the cubicle and standing beside me he would wank me. I to...d him when I was going to cum and he would spray the cubicle floor. When I was finished and we got ready to go in the pool we would get down off the bench and rub the cum off the floor onto our feet and onto each other’s feet before leaving. One time in my house when I was wanking him I tried to take things yet further. I put my face right. I sat down on the uncomfortably hideous chairs in the main office and waited until the secretary told me to go into Mr. Flare's office. Dragging along my pregnant bag, I knocked softly on the door and awaited the muffled, "Come in" that granted my entrance. The door squealed as I pushed it open and shut it immediately after entering. "Have a seat." Commanded Mr. Grizwell. I sat quietly, but my mind was buzzing. Okay, what the hell is going on here?I asked myself. "Miss Ashley, it has come to. I groaned at the sensation she created with her tongue and gentle suction.“Do you think I’m a nasty slut for thinking about that?” She asked finally.“No,” I gasped as she took me into her throat in a single swallow.“What if I told you I wanted you to tie me up and do whatever you wanted with me? Would that make me a slut?” She scooted up and straddled me as she spoke. Her delightful breasts were just outside kissing range as she slipped my hard cock inside her once again.“No,” I managed as she. I worried about her all day and I wrapped up my work as quickly as I could. I got home about 3 PM. I went in and looked around for her, but she wasn’t to be found.I went downstairs to my home office and as I came down the stairs, I heard a strange sound. I crept down as quietly as I could and I listened at the bottom of the stairs around the corner of the entrance to the office.I heard a soft sound, cooing or moaning or groaning. I carefully peeked around the corner and I saw her sitting on my.