I hadn't seen either Nick, or Clara, in this interval. I came home and lived like a zombie, dead inside, but having to exist. And with the images of t...hem continually playing in my head, over and over, and over... I was becoming obsessed with the images, and driven to distraction. I couldn't go ten minutes without the two of them popping into my head, fucking and sucking each other with total, animalistic abandonment. My work was beginning to suffer. And bore me. I couldn't even force myself to. I want–no, I NEED–it hard and fast, and RIGHT NOW! GIVE it to me, PLEASE!’ Right there in the hallway, with elevator music blaring all around them, she hurriedly unzipped his trousers, and she tried to suck him to the slow, tedious melody of the piped- in music. But it was just too slow, and she yelled, ‘Fuck it!’ and her lips and tongue began rapidly devouring his cock, with a ravenous hunger that even a hunk like this Assistant Manager had never seen before. ‘We can’t do this in the hallway!’. The fact that I was able to safely disarm it and seriously mess with his some of his key people at the same time had to have worried him somewhat. So many people waking up in pain from Jamie skinning them alive in their dreams couldn't have gone unnoticed, but so far there had been nothing in the way of a new attack. So far, he had been fighting a defensive battle, against an unknown adversary using what amounted to guerrilla tactics. Of course, that may be a little strong since I hadn't really. We’d passed the joint back and forth a couple of times. Then getting up. Austin was standing in front of me pulling down the front of his bathing suit. I wasn’t much of an athlete so had spent much time in locker rooms so I’d never seen a male cock this close before. Once I saw his cock it seemed only natural to touch it. After another ‘toke’ it also seemed natural to slide off the couch to my knees and help him pull his bathing suit the rest of the way down off his hips, down his legs and off..