You text methroughout the day about being so wet you have to change your panties.You text me that you can’t help yourself and are masturbating. I te...xtyou back that I can’t stop masturbating either, but don’t cum. Youcan’t. We can’t. We can’t become satiated and back out of the plan. Weget together almost daily. However, instead of meeting me at the door,dressed as usual, you leave it unlocked. I find you in bedmasturbating and your day’s wet panties lying on the floor. I’m sohard my cock is. Apart from us visiting each other’s home, we started going out for long trips in a single car to avoid unnecessary fuel and to have a great company.As we got closer, communication between four us started going in multi directional, During earlier days Me and Rajesh used to talk and Harini and Swathi used to talk among them, now slowly the barrier has broken where Swathi started directly talking to me in a group conversation and whereas Rajesh talks to Harini occasionally. As my wife Harini is. Things have progressed from merely applying lotion to more of a massage… my touch is firm but tender… I seem to seek out those points of tension and swiftly rub them away… you’re not only relaxing but you can feel yourself beccoming arroused… how far are you going to allow this to go… how far do you want it to go? How far does he want it to go you wonder. You decide to lay there and enjoy it and see where things go. I start at your shoulders… rubbing, massaging… work my way down your back…. The only things needing human intervention are the two young men to put new stock on the shelves and to pick orders from the shelf stocks. The office girls balance the books and send orders to the DVD suppliers while the boss decides how many of which to buy.The printer usually takes only a few seconds to print an order, so when it’s still going almost a minute later both young men go to see why. They walk into the dock office and stare at the stack of papers piling up in the printer’s out.