She bustled in, chatting about her morning and I watched her tidy some books and papers on my desk. She went back to my sink to clean it, and came bac... towards the window.‘So go ahead,’ she said with a smile, “ I want to watch you.‘Really?’Yes really, now come on, give your mister a tug.’ She laughed. ‘Come on, don’t be shy.’With my hand I stroked myself so I was hard, looking at her all the time. Her gaze went from my face to my cock and back again. I slid my hand under the sheet and continued. “Maybe I’ll fuck you again.” Weezie punched him in the arm and called him a shit. Then I sat on the edge with my back to him, closed my legs like a lady and pivoted on my rounded shapely ass giving him a quick glance at my legs and the blonde bush between them. My penis had contracted and was accordioned along with my scrotum between my thighs pretty much out of view. Weezie was right on that comment with the typical response: “If anyone gets fucked tonight it’s gonna be me. You hear that. God, I can see he headlines now, 'Sheila the Shark gets the gruesome crime scene in her head and advocates for capital punishment!'She jerked her arm away from his grip. "Alright Lee, give me a fucking break."They walked down the muddy trail until they came upon the yellow crime scene tape running from tree to tree. They ducked under the tape and walked another ten yards to a gathering of the CSI technicians. Shelia took one more step then her shoe sunk in the mud and she faltered and when Lee. She then resumed working by Harriet's side and for the rest of his morning shift neither girl's rear felt the stinging kiss of his strap, much to Gwen's regret!When he came back on duty for the final afternoon shift, he was still abstaining from his usual lambasting of Gwen's by this time leather-hungry buttocks and she asked him why. He said he was sorry for what his friend had done to her the other day and did not want to hurt her again, especially as she had been so kind to him."You'd better.