"Morning" I said offering out my hand "Marcus Root"."Paul Wilson" he said shaking it "and this is Rae-Maree"She also shook my hand and gave Paul and m...e a flirty glance. You can't miss a flirty glance when you see them often enough. I noticed Paul had a tattoo of an Incan sun on his right shoulder blade and his boxers had "Man with Large Cock" written on it accompanied by a picture of a man with a large rooster."It pays to advertise then?" I asked him as I nodded at his shorts.Rae-Maree answered. Whenever Mistress had fucked him with a dildo and levered its head up against his prostate there had been an electric, somewhat chilling, tingle. This frigid intruder, however, felt massive and produced a shiver that rose and fell, came and went. It was like a nerve bundle deep inside his body, the root of his penis, was filled with icy mercury, whose constancy was a tingle that ran from root to glans. There was also a continuing sensation of his channel churning about the ball, slightly. Normally there were about 3/4 of us working on the project so there was no problem. One night it so happened that one colleague had delivered a baby girl so all the staff wanted to go and meet her. Fareed told everyone to go ahead but stayed back saying he did not want the work to get delayed. I too volunteered to stay with him and he was delighted with that.We were working till about 11 and by then we were the only 2 people in office suddenly I noticed that Fareed was looking at my butt which. . sigh.With his mom, dad and sister all on the mainland visiting, we spent more time in Dave's bedroom. We were laying on our sides and on his bed one afternoon with my back to him. My leg was over his; his arm was over my side, his hand was kneading a tit and he was slow fucking me. It felt so very nice; it was ever so intimate and sexy. Eventually he would drop his hand over my tummy to my pussy and massage my clit while he fucked me. I could cum so hard that way. But, this time I felt him.