I almost died in the conference room as the people I knew stared at me to see my reaction. I stood there silently, meekly holding my head down. My w...ife told everyone that my name was Puss. My face turned red at this revelation but remained silent. I had to endure this shame in order keep ownership of my company. Some people openly gasped and others laughed at predicament. But no one offered any help. I spent most of that day filing and typing. Individuals stopping by to comment on my. They chatted and sat in a loose circle, passing around cosmetics that they'd found in a large box, which sat in the midst of them. Although the faces were changed, the lieutenant could still recognize A Group. There was the other resistance fighter, the one who'd been awake with them in the processing room. There was the lieutenant's old squadmate, now a beautiful statuesque beauty with a long, curly mane of shockingly red hair.They greeted her with a girlish squeal and an outflinging of arms,. She twitched as she glided the smooth tip over her folds, her fires growing higher still. A sharp, almost squealing moan burst from her as the toy made contact with her hood and the swollen bud beneath. The necessity of the ache within her surged, and Marie answered the call of the void within her with her toy. As the vibrator slipped into her depths, the image of her anonymous admirer in her daydream did the same. Plastic and batteries vanished in her mind, replaced by what she truly needed.. I’d love for a female, any female, to watch me come. I want to know what perverse effect it has on her. My own wife thinks it’s “disgusting” and something only perverts do. Married men don’t do that kind of stuff (or so she thinks). So in my mind, the girl in the picture is watching me, begging me to come for her. Unconsciously I begin stroking myself faster. Up and down my shaft with only two fingers. My orgasm is fast approaching. My breathing is more ragged, my balls a bit more achy. I want.