I hold both her wrists in my left hand and keep them pinned to my chest. M spreads her fingers and digs her nails into my chest. I place my right hand...on her belly, keeping my four fingers just below her bellybutton. I slide my thumb over her clit. “Ohhhhhhhhhhfuuuuuuck, Gil!” M cries out. I press hard on her clit, as I rub it side to side. I can feel her swollen clit pop out from under my thumb with each stroke. I rub her clit to the rhythm of her hips. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” M pants. I feel. . , Your Grace it's time to get up," James, Lord Beadle's manservant announced pushing a covered tray into the Lord's bedchambers. "I have breakfast here for you." What, what, oh very well," Lord Colin answered groggily. "Thank you James. Any news of the morning?" Lord Colin was concerned over the fiasco at the Temple of the Hand last night."Nothing new, Your Grace," James replied. "We know he is in the city, after what happened last night, but where he is right now is anyone's guess. Is there. The waves of orgasm crashed over me in a matter of minutes, the boxes absorbing the sound flow from my mouth and the box I was sitting on absorbing the wet flow from my cunt.I tidied myself up and put another box on top of the seat to hide the wet patch before returning to the office with the items I’d been sent to look for.That was the start of a regular thing for me and I would use my “personal masturbation room” at least twice a week and never came close to being caught.That was even without. And it was not long I blasted a heavy load over my stomach and chest. Spent, I relaxed and massaged my cock a littel more and after 10 minutes or so packed up and drove to he Motel, where I had a quick dinner before retirtiing to my room.On my way out of the motel, I passed a young guy, who looked at me and in passing I heard him softly say: "I saw you today..."I stopped and replied: "Oh, at he fuel station?"He grinned and confirmed: "No. in the field... quite a show..."I was not expecting.