I was working the night shift at a large telephone equipment manufacturer and attending college part-time during the day. Man, was I ever tied down.Th...e night shift at work was populated by sixty-five percent women and thirty-five percent men. It was sin city for those who wanted to participate. More than half of the women were fucking around, which meant that any guy that was not getting any strange pussy, had a problem or two.Work on the night shift began at three-thirty PM and ran to twelve. I was in shock and my instinct was to hide them below my desk where no one would see them. Ping, my computer sounded. “Do you like them?” I responded “Yes.” “Have you sniffed them?” she said. “Ah, no, not yet” I was totally honest. She immediately said “Smell them and lick them.” I was now in her control and did what she said. Her panties were wet and smelled of her pussy. They tasted sweet and I was ready to explode. Before I could say anything she messaged “Good boy, now go to the bathroom. He decided not to phone her mobile. He was in bed reading a chapter of his novel before settling to sleep, when she rang him back.“You rang Dai? Is there a problem?”“The usual one, love. I’ve had an interesting weekend so far and it’s raised some thoughts, one of which is that I need to talk to you about them. It’s too late now; shall I ring you tomorrow evening?”“OK, Cariad,” she replied cheerfully. “I’m wide awake, but you have the children in the morning and all day. I’m not going anywhere. "Grand Dad gave me a thousand dollar gift certificate when he brought the new dildos," she waved her hand toward the line of gleaming chrome riding machines, "and that should be more than enough."And I'm sure Christi would just love to come with me," she winked at the pretty brunette who still dangled by her wrists with big lead sinkers weighing heavily on her nipples. "Wouldn't you, Torture Mouse?" Sure," Christi smiled weakly, "as long as you try 'em out on me first." Oh, we've left you up.