I waited a minute more, just imagining her taking off her sneakers and then socks to reveal those ever so beautiful feet. Another minute passed when f...nally I saw her walk out of the girls changing rooms. I had an instant hard on as I gazed over to her. Her brown hair falling down to those perky tits covered by her tanktop, her grey tights that hugged her legs then finally those bear feet walking all around on the cold floor. I stared for a little too long and I think she might have noticed so. He was mostly bald, for one thing, with wild tufts of hair sprouting from the sides of his head above large ears. He was short and fat, too. The desk was piled high with books, stacks of paper, empty coffee cups and various office supplies. The chair he waved her to was the only thing in the office that wasn't covered with reading material."So his real name is Kris?" he asked."Kris Farmingham," said Lola, nervously. "You don't even know his name?" He's very private. Authors are strange ducks,. Usinghis tongue began to lap up the sweet honey flavored cum which had drenchedher sex. More pleasurable than his rough fingers, his soft tongue stroked her pussybetween the folds of her lips starting at the bottom and sliding upwards slowlyuntil it reached her clit where he used his tongue to pop it up and down sendingwaves of pleasure to crash over Mandy. Again and again he repeated the actionswith his tongue as he took his finger and used it to press against the puckeredrosebud of her anus.. Would Jack like another woman in his bed? There was no way to find out in advance.Did anyone pay for sex substitutes? Stories about wimpy husbands turning a blind eye to their wives misbehaving went round the office. What was the woman's name? Marjory. Marjory something. Rumours circulated about her all the time, but she was still married to the same man. He must be aware. She never made a secret of it. She never denied the stories. She shrugged, laughed, and carried on as if nothing had been.