Kiss it. Worship it." I complied, running my tongue over the glans, down the shaft, over his testicles. I heard his sharp intake of breath. One hand p...ayed with my vagina while I licked and sucked and wished I could use my hands to pleasure him. After a while, he lifted himself away from my face and lowered his head between my legs. I cried out at the touch of his tongue. He snarled, "I'm done with your mouth, and you can't keep it shut, so..." The remains of my panties became a gag. As an. He always calls me by my first name. Everyone else in the office is Mr. This or Miss That, but I was always Lucy. He didn't look at me when he asked today. Instead he just walked right by my desk, as if he was addressing it, instead of me. I just can't figure him out. Some days, he looks right at me with those dark green eyes and speaks, “Coffee Lucy.” I am always caught speechless, before finally answering, “Yes, of course Mr. Chambers.” I don't know if he finds it humorous or annoying. Some. And while we knew what we were doing was certainly not mainstream, would not be accepted by our peers and certainly not our wives as acceptable conduct, we didn’t feel bad about it, dirty, or perverted. We just knew I think, without saying it, that this would stay between us, and certainly not profess any further than just jerking off in the same room at the same time.At some point in the next few months, and I think it was in a motel outside Fort Benjamin Harrison, Indiana, we started more. It’s lunch-time, there’s not been a single customer in the bar and the Guvnor comes to see how I’m getting on. I tell him what the problem is and he says “can’t you just rip out the whole piping and stick a whole new plumbing in?” Yes I tell him, but it means shutting off the entire water supply. “Do it” he says, “after we’ve shut for the afternoon”. I tell him I’ll go and get the pipe and stuff and be back after 2.30.I pop back home and conclude that my pants and trousers are dry enough now,.