Then the other one leaned and whispered something in her ear. She looked over at me, then she went bright red as he said, "How about it?"She came over... to me and told me to wait at the bar for her, she just had a business matter to see to. I was drunk and happy, so I just nodded without asking any more, and anyway, what could I do, cause a fuss with those big club guys? No, I don't think so.I was very disturbed when a bloke near me whispered to his mate, "They've asked for her arse!" Fucking. I took this opportunity to enter her yet again, and fuck wildly against her wall. Her nails dug into my back, and she moaned into my ear, “You’re all mine.”I pounded away at her, “You get what you pay for.”At this point, I heard her bed calling us, and transported us from the wall, through the doorway, collapsing into her down comforter. I climbed atop her, missionary position, and began to make love to my boss. Our encounter on the stairs and against the wall were instinctual, rough, and. I selected one in the rear that had a gloryhole in one side wall. The circular opening was about three inches in diameter, neatly cut in the partition, which was constructed of thick laminated plywood. There were stains and streaks on the wall below it, the composition and source of which I could only imagine. I inserted several dollar bills, started the video, and browsed through the selections before stopping on a particularly nice male-to-male video. As I watched, I began to remove all my. Until the bulge became quite uncomfortable: I rearranged myself as I sat dreamily in my office chair. But no position would work! My throbbing shaft was rubbing painfully against the cotton and I was sure the material could not stretch any further!I quickly looked around the office. Jen was out at a meeting and was not meant to be back for a good few hours. Liz had called in sick. I sat there trying to convince myself that what I was about to do was okay, and that I would not be caught. I knew.