It doesn't matter that I am at work.
And it doesn't matter that I am busy.
All that matters is that I need to cum and his voice to get me there.
Before long I am standing against the bathroom wall at work, one hand holding my cell phone and the other slipping under under my panties. I watch myself in the mirror and tell him what I am seeing.
He tells me what to do and how to do it.
I oblige because he knows what I like and how I like it.
His voice is honey coated steel and my moans inspire him. When he tells me to cum I almost cry with relief.
When I catch my breath I thank him and promise to pay him back accordingly.
Such is the life of a working slut.