At our new offices I found my self back near the record storage room in a 6' high cubicle. I had some privacy but not like my old office. Trish and I ...ontinued our affair. I had asked her several times about her panties and she would laugh. One day she came in a verrrry nice whimsical little short sundress.( We were there before most anyone else was) and she proceeded to walk by my desksaid good morning then dropped her papers as she tried to open the locked storage room door. She bent over to. I like you. You are too nice. Your cock is too nice. Your ass is too much I like. Then Sakunthalamma made me turn back, sit on my kneel and shown my asshole to him. Immediately he kissed my asshole and tried to clean with his tongue there. I don’t know what was happening and in that time only I was made to their slave. Sakunthalamma made me nude and kissing on my lips by rubbing my cock. Subbanna clicking my asshole and pressing my buttocks .now there was some movement in his cock position. It. ’ Of course she didn’t get my meaning. How could one unless it was explained? I sighed, leading her down an alley way. It was a short cut, of course. It was the third Tuesday of the month, and that meant the motel was on Dusk street. As we made it to the end of the alley, the light from the motel sign shined brightly in the dead of night, almost beckoning them to it. ‘You’re in luck. Looks like they still have some vacancies here.’ Not that anyone ever stayed at the motel, really. Not with all. His handreturned almost immediately to the red soccer shorts I was sporting,fondling the package held inside. For the first time, I let my hand go andfound it moving it's way to the fly on his trousers. I let the hand pullthe fly down slowly, enjoying the desire to see what was inside. His handgrabbed my hand, and he whispered, "I want you to do your work, whatever itis you plan on doing, with my briefs on. I like it that way."The concept was new to me, but seemed really interesting. I.