”“Are you busy?”“I was working on grades,” she quickly answers. “I’m still catching up from my, uh, break.”“Well, if it’s stress o...r paperwork, I can help you with either,” he offers.Candace’s face cringes at the innuendo. “I don’t think I need help with either,” she says. “The break was enough, and I’ve got the paperwork under control.”“Are you sure?” St. John asks, maybe hoping for a different answer.“I’m sure,” she says, scowling at him.“Well, you know...” he begins.“Yes, I do,” she says. She is looking at my pussy, following movements of my vibrator with her widely opened eyes. I shift to give her a better view. She smiles and looks into my eyes for a second. "Thank you, darling, that is very nice of you. You are fucking yourself beautifully, and you let me see all the details." Her expression changes, and she cries out loudly, "Oh, fuck I'm so close now!" Her voice is shaking with lust. After she is done talking, her gaze returns to my crotch. I move the vibrator around in my. A few blocks away, we had a center where they had art exhibits, and they also had some podiums for theater performances. It was closed for renovations, but we knew that the back entrance was always open. It was the easiest way into the building, and it was also the entrance to the offices. However, most people used it when they had to go to the toilet. The toilets were always available for the public at that time, even when nothing was going on in the building, and we also had used them several. But still there was only an occasional twitch running down the length of his big cock. I took his cock in my hands lovingly and licked it all over. I was sure that I was starting to see signs of life.He started to tell me that it was hopeless but I shushed him. I said, "It isn't hopeless. And even if you don't get an erection, it feels good doesn't it?"He nodded and I said, "Good, then let me do this. I'm enjoying it. I mean that, Mr. Morris. I like you. You're a nice man. I like doing this for.