Well it Was about three in the morning and apart from the sound of the machinery,all was still. I decided to nip up to the toilet and toss one off. So...mag in hand I set off up the stairs pulling my fly down as i went so as to get a good head start. I turned the corner into the toilet and collided right into one of my work colleagues. ‘Shit’ said and my hands flew up instinctively.The magazine fell to the floor and landed wide open. My mate jumped back in shock at the collision,then he glanced. I stick my finger in my mouth and suck the remainders of our morning fun off. We talk a little, trying to ease my tension. I still can’t believe who he is. I could get lost in his hazel eyes. His square jaw and nicely cropped hair isn’t anything to sneeze at either. He is the total package. I couldn’t be anywhere near his league. He must have been reading my mind, because his hand comes across the table and clutches mine, squeezing it softly. I bite my lip and squeeze his back. “Have I told. Soon she too was lost in the feeling of the moment. Li watched as the two women brought the men off, almost at the same time, pulling off just in time for the men to cream on their own chests. The men were given towels to clean up, but the women didn’t seem too businesslike now. The girl especially was still aroused by the session, continuing to rub her pink cunt with one hand. Even the seasoned hooker had felt something different with those two men, enjoying sex for the first time in a long. At first I was shocked, then amused, then fascinated. Ihad never watched a man masturbate. My husband and Iweren’t into that kind of thing, and I was curious. So Iremained quiet and out of sight. As I watched him gentlystroke it, his shaft stiffened and thickened. It wasvery handsome, I thought. Not long or especially bigaround, but perfectly straight, (my husband’s iscurved), and circumcised (my husband is not). The crownof the head of it was much wider than the shaft andlooked.