Ping ! Another email. “Now I can’t stop thinking about that.” I smiled to myself and replied simply. “I’m thinking about the hardness.” ... I kicked back from my desk in my wheeled chair so that my feet were on the desk. I slowly undid my trousers biting my lip, a little nervous about what I was about to do. I have masturbated at work before but usually in the bathroom, never at my desk. Closing my eyes I gently slipped my hand inside my knickers, immediately feeling the soft, warm, wet. ..Everything he needed was in the bottom drawer so I really worked my ass which was pointed at him just a few feet away!I peaked at him..he was already pulling at his cock thru his pants! My tits were falling out and I made believe I needed to"fix them" each time I handed him a file... After a while it got obvious that I was teasing and creating a very large, hard bulge in those pants of his! He thanked me and went back to his office and shut the door. I waited a few minutes, knowing he was. I was in a panic of doubt due to his enormous length and girth.“I will,” he simply and confidently assured me.Fortunately he was patient. He pulled me above him allowing me to try to sit atop him in the hope to give me some control. He helped center my anus over his massive, throbbing, mushroom-shaped cockhead as I shuddered in fear. Now I was seriously wondering about my behavior.I was hoping for the impossible to happen and I had this needy, driven craving. I was willing to deal with the. She stepped into her high-healed shoes, locked her door and carefully negotiated the old, narrow, creaking stairs, turning left at the bottom into the bar of this ancient, almost medieval pub. She ordered a gin and tonic and took an old wooden, backrest seat in an alcove and surveyed the scene. The pub was typically rural in character and one could easily imagine that nothing had changed for centuries. Evelyn loved quaint, old English pubs with the glow from the coal fire flickering across.