As Mr. Connor stands in the closed stall, Jimmy Baker bounds into the bathroom, making his way to a urinal, unzipping on the fly.
“Why you always pee in there, Mr. C? ‘Fraid someone might laugh?”
“I prefer my quiet privacy, if you must know, Baker.”
“Don’t hear much goin’ on, that’s for sure!”
“All things come in their time,” Connor councils, as a strong, steady flow begins.
Jimmy gone, he looks down as Stella from shipping leans back, swallowing.
“Excellent timing, my dear.”
“You bet! I really had to pee,” she giggles, tucking his cock back in his trousers.
