“I’m surprised you didn’t change in front of me”, my dad saiid smoothly and frankly. As if it was the most casual thing to be naked around a m...n. I wondered if he was just poking at me or if he wanted something. “Yeah, well I thought you’ve seen me naked enough today”, I said. Was that flirting? I don’t even know. I don’t flirt with other men, much less older men, much less my own father. What was I saying, what was going on? Nerves and hormones had pretty much put my brain on autopilot at this. Occasionally, run your tongue around it." Mark put his hand around my head, pulling me in. There was some hesitance, but I closed my eyes and opened up. The firm and plump head poked me in the cheek and slid around inside of my mouth. He tilted his head back, letting out some sounds of enjoyment. My tongue swirled around, stimulating this middle aged man that I had never met before. "Good baby. Now, try your hardest to take all of that cock in your young mouth. Suck on it good. Make him cum. .. I'm sure it only lasted several seconds but it seemed like minutes, all the while I watched the cleaner agape at my dick...It was as the steaming flow abated that my innate Britishness took over, wringing it dry I flopped my cock back inside my pants and without a word headed out through the door, my face no doubt a bright beetroot red. I crashed back into my chair, glanced at the screen and everything was going well. Did I just expose myself to a cleaner? Oh god what if she reported me, I'd. “Sure, I’ll get started putting your plates back”.“Oh, thank you, I’ll give you a hand once I get back”. “As soon as I heard the door to the bathroom door close I stopped stacking the plates. I stroked my cock. It almost hurt having it contained within its prison; my denim shorts. I took the front of my shirt between my finger and thumb and pulled it away from my chest repeatedly, hoping to cool down. I stopped when I heard the unmistakeable sound of high heels. I looked up and Natasha walked.