To the board room, type sat next to mr. Tyme to then dart his eyes about to then look down to the piece of paper to then start to write what he was observing.
Mr. Tyme then peered his eyes to type to then smirk a bit to then look about to then place his hand to his leg.
Type stopped writing to then take in a deep breathe to then move his hand to his to then take it off to then place to his leg to then bring the hand to the table to continue to write.
Mr. Tyme made a face has he listened to the speaker to then raise an eye brow to then place his hand to types very quickly to then take it down without anyone to notice to then place it to his crotch.
Types eyes widened a bit to then peer his eyes to mr. Tyme who was looking to him with a smile.
He then used types hands to undo his pants to then place it in to take in a deep inhale.
Take care of your lover. Mr tyme mouthed.
Type took in a very deep breathe to then narrow his eyes to grip.
Mr. tyme tensed to then take his hand to types to then take it out and quick.
Type smiled to then take his hand back to then start to write again.
Mr. Tyme flexed his jaw to then stand up to look about.
"I believe I have heard enough. You all may go."
The speaker looked to Mr. Tyme a bit confused to then shrug to then grab his things for the others to then get up to leave, type tried to get up until mr. Tyme went to him to place his hands to his shoulders to then sit him down.
"Not you." He said sternly.
Type took in a deep breathe to watch every one leave to then watch Mr. Tyme go to the doors to then lock to then shake his head.
"I am very disappointed in you."
Type signed.
"I am not going to jack you off when we are to a board meeting. Also we just......"
Mr. Tyme then turned to wrap his arms about.
"That is not good enough. You need to make it up to me."
Type rolled his eyes.
"I do not need to do anything. That was highly unprofessional."
Mr. Tyme raised an eye brow.
"Didn't you say, you looked to yourself in the mirror and was wanting me?"
Type shuttered a bit to then turn his head a bit to make a face.
Fuck!
Mr. Tymes eyes narrowed.
"Or...... Were you lying? Are you just trying to get my cum? I've told you type. I am not going to get used. I see ourselves has lovers. Now I know you need more time. I am a very patient man, however if I know you to be lying....."
Type took in a very deep breathe to let the pen go to then settle into his chair to continue to peer his eyes to the paper.
You need to be better. Gain his stupid trust so you can see his other life.
Type flexed his jaw.
"What..... Is it you..... Want me to do....."
Mr. Tyme smiled to then walk slowly to him to then stand to the side to look down.
"I..... Want to watch you touch yourself."
Type rolled his eyes to then look to Mr. Tyme.
"Really?"
Mr. Tyme nodded.
"You need to make it up to me so..... Let's see you touch yourself."
Type signed and loud to then peer his eyes forward to then shake his head a bit to then take his hand to his pants to undo to then stick his hand into his boxers to then start to touch himself.
Mr. Tyme rolled his eyes to then go about to stand behind him to then place his hands to his shoulders to start to rub..
"I want to see type."
Type made an angry face to then draw himself out, mr. Tyme raised an eye brow.
"Why are you..... Limp?"
"Maybe because I don't want to do this."
Mr. Tyme then moved his hands further down to move them up and down, to then place a hand to his throat to then take his other hand to his button to start to undo to go to his ear.
"Want my help?"
Type curled his lips inward has his dick started to grow to start to stroke a bit harder.
"Mmm........ Back to..... Your throat...... Grabbing.....ah.... Fetish.....I....mm.... See....."
Types eyes rolled a bit in the back of his head has mr. Tyme slipped his hand in his shirt to start to play with his nipple to then place the palm to his head to move about the pre cum to make type even more hard.
Mr. Tyme then started to lick at his lobe.
"Move your hand."
Type moved it to then lift his head back a bit has he felt mr. Tymes hand to his cock to stroke even harder.
"Ah god!"
Mr. Tyme lightly chuckled.
"See.... Feels good. Should have done this for me."
Type breathed heavily to then turn his head to look over Mr. Tyme.
"I..... Can't take anymore of the teasing. Need..... More...."
Type gritted his teeth. He hated to admit that.
Mr. Tyme raised an eye brow.
"You know what you need to do."
Type rolled his eyes to then move and quick, to then place himself to the table to then move his pants and boxers down to then place his cheek to the table to take in a deep breathe.
"I....... Want you tharn.....I....."
Type squeezed his eyes tightly shut.
"I want my.......lover."
Tharns lips parted to then push the chair aside to then take his cock out of his pants to then go to type to penetrate and hard to then lift his head back.
"Finally.....ah but type..... We need.... To have a little conversation, after I come into this tight, wet, little ass!"
Type furrowed his brow to then peer his eyes down.
"What..... Are you talking about?"
Tharn curled his lips inward to thrust harder.
Type then turn his head to place his forehead to the table to moan and loud.
"What the hell are you......ah god!"
Types head then went blank has he was fucked and hard.
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to be with danger
Fanficto a world where one generation of men were selected to go under a mysterious procedure when they were in the wombs of there mother's, they were often ridiculed, to be treated very badly and differently from the rest, many hide while others kept wha...
