She glanced at the clock – eleven and a half hours till home time. xxx sex She lifted the testicles and felt behind them for the tube of the urethra, pressing with her thumbs and methodically working up the shaft until she squeezed a thick, white glob from the swollen head. She recoiled backwards into the corner. Margaret pulled the zip down and released a bulge of familiar blue and white striped cotton. He hadn’t worked a day in almost six years, ever since a robot took his job at the warehouse. Above, she heard his excited voice review her performance to a peal of musical laughter. She sucked it in through her lips and looked up at the camera, opening her mouth so the management and all the net pervs could see what she had. Forty years old and already on the scrapheap. She twisted one way and then the other, trying to get comfortable. * * *
Margaret felt more blood forced through the tight ring of her grip. “Is there anything last minute that we need to know about?”
Tom didn’t look up, “You got the brief on their likely questions?”
“Yes, I read it in the car. It was fully erect now. Another camera, mounted at head height, stared at her from the wall on the left.
