Just promise me you'll be careful." The Captain always brings us back," he said. "Always." Yeah, there is that," she said sighing again. Then she look...ed at me. "And as for you buster: I can't decide whether you're the biggest fucking hero I've ever seen or the dumbest dick-head." I voted for the latter. "But you know this isn't over, don't you? You got your work cut out now." What do you mean?" Mike asked puzzled. I had a good idea what she was talking about."Mr. Big Shot-off-his-mouth here. Keep from reaching under my desk and just finger fucking the hell out of myself. Until I cum. I want to cum so hard, and loud that everyone in this office will know what I've done. But I can't. I have squeezed my legs as close together as they will go, tryin to put pressure on the sensitive area. It only makes things worse. Knowing that I need that release. The clock seems to drag, and my thoughts of fucking you rage on. It seems that it will never come, but finally, I grab my purse. My eyes caught by the magnificence of his body, every wonderful inch of him screaming confidence and all man. Placing sweet gentle kisses from his ankle up his leg, to his hardened largeness, I lick once from his balls to his shaft then up to his tip. Seeing him as one big lollipop, I take him with my open mouth, my throat relaxed, and pull him in as far as I can. Stuck there, I suck as hard as I can, swirling my tongue around him, then pull back when I need air. He puts his hand on my. He smiles at her. A smile that excites and interests her.The next day the solitary lady is once more sitting on the bench in the park. She is hoping and wishing for the man who walked to pass by.She imagines what might be beyond the smile.Would he like to know her thoughts from the previous evening, she wonders.Alone in her room, she pictures him tying her to a seat. Her stockings cut into her wrists and ankles after he removes them and straps her to a hard-backed chair.In her imagination, they.