.my fist was flying. I could hear the squish and slap of my fist gliding up and down my shaft. Knowing i had at least an hour before a nurse returned,...which i wouldnt last until, i became bolder and louder. I could feel my ball bouncing against my inner thighs. My breaths were short n shallow with little moans and grunts of pleasure. I recalled a recent lover who actually enjoyed facials. She would ride me until I was about to burst and hop off me rub her pussy as she jacked my cock into her. All of the sections were pretty much split up 50-50 gender-wise so there was no inference of gender bias. It was naturally assumed that the females would be less talented than the males just because of the nature of firearms use. In Honey's case, just the opposite was true. She had been certified as a small-bore expert in various categories and had almost made the Olympic team when she was at University. Her marriage had put an end to that "foolishness" in Donald's words since he was the one. "Are you married, lady?" Yes." What's your husband's name?"Thinking of her new husband, she almost said, I don't know he didn't tell me, then realized what he was after. "Jason Wilson."He smiled. "Your name?" Jacky Wilson." Yes, he was checking her out, being careful, perhaps thinking this could be some sting operation."Well Jacky, let's see what you look like. Stand up and take the dress off." She obeyed, and had to admit she felt better showing herself in the sexy undies than she ever had. Briefcase in hand, I stretched my legs and then sauntered up the steps into the modular office building. Not much need for introductions. The handful of farmer's wives working in the office knew what I was there for. All the male employees were out in the oil patch. One of the ladies cordially pointed me toward the records room where I would be working. About the size of a double car garage, the walls were lined with racks of big plat books, file cabinets, microfilm equipment, and such. In the.