Suddenly the speakerphone kicked in, the voice of Eve’s previously silent companion filling the still office air. Porn Suze? Clearly, from the way the conversation was going, this was her lover. “Good morning, Eve,” I heralded. That made me want her all the more. She was my permanent wank fantasy and I craved her like nothing else, coveting our times together and savouring every moment and joyous for a glimpse of out-of-bounds flesh. ‘Oh Suze babe, I’m gonna cum soon,” she moaned, voice reaching a new high pitch. So the rumours concerning her sexuality were true. One morning, however, events took an incredible turn that even my wildest dreams hadn’t foretold. God knows how I managed to get back out of the tight spot without being discovered, get back into my seat and sit silently for fifteen minutes.
