Before long she was pounding me, the wall of the cubicle started shaking and her moaning intensified. Her moaning got louder and louder and before lon...g I could hear her cumming through the wall onto my dick. She squirted against the wall, some of it coming through onto my side, running between my legs.After her orgasm subsided she continued fucking me slowly.This is when I noticed, I could hear the sound of her gagging! It was unmistakably her. This turned me on so much and I started to fuck. From Demi's face I know that she was very much aware of what she was doing and the effect she was having on both of us.Sameer couldn't take his eyes off her as he nervously tried to cover the growing bulge in his pants with his hands. When I mentioned, the details concerning the rent of the room Sameer listened to me but he was fucking Demi in his thoughts.With all of that out of the way Sameer reluctantly got up to leave. Demi stood up and gave Sameer a big hug, rubbing her boobs against his. Brian Dodd, sometimes referred to unkindly, Mr. Dodd as brain dead or Ken. Mr. Dodd is just under forty and seems too preoccupied with my breasts. He's one of those blokes who talk to your chest, not so surprising, as lately I have been shamelessly displaying a lot of cleavage. He's married to a, dowdy flat chested woman called Daphne, which might explain his fascination with my boobs.Mr. Dodd and I are usually the last ones out due to our seniority, and some evenings he comes in to my office. As she did she slipped an arm about my waist so that she could hug me affectionately. While she did this, she continued speaking to me. "We all know that you don't want to do this and we all understand and appreciate how you feel, but it has to be done. Pebble needs to be mated and you're the only one that can do it." But," I stammered in response, gazing into my wife's eyes for a second. I said nothing else. Instead frustration welled up in my face and I looked away, sighing as I did. My gaze.