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I grabbed her wrist, pulled her down and kissed her.
She melted into it for a second, a hot, desperate second, her hand still wrapped around my cock, her tits pressing into my oily chest. She was half on the table, one knee up beside my hip, moaning into my mouth.
Then the door opened.
“Claire, have you got the spare hot stones, I’ve… oh. Oh, shit.”
Kelly. Twenties, blonde, holding an empty basket and staring at us like she’d walked into a car crash. Which, to be fair, she had.
Claire jumped off me so fast she nearly fell over. My cock was standing straight up, slick and purple, and there was no towel within reach. I grabbed the face cradle cover and held it over myself, which was about as effective as a postage stamp.
“It’s not…” Claire started.
“It really, really is,” Kelly said. She looked at me. Then down. Then back at Claire, eyebrows somewhere near her hairline. “Nice.”
“Kelly, I swear to God…”
“I didn’t see anything.” Kelly backed out. “But you owe me. Like, so many lunches.” The door clicked shut. Through it, faintly: “Oh my God.”
Claire stood there with her face in her hands.
“That’s my brother-in-law,” she groaned through her fingers. “She’s met Helen. She’s met Helen at my birthday.”
She threw my clothes at me. The session was over. My cock wasn’t.
I drove home with a hard-on and a sense of doom.
Ending 2 of 16: Caught by the Colleague. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.