Francine walked up to me at that moment and protested, "Mr. Warden, you know only women work at this plant. We don't have a single thorn among us roses. What's wrong if Ellen wants to blow off some steam with this?"I gave an exasperated shake of my head and said, "I know women your age have stronger urges, but Mr. Smith made the rules, and they're final. My hands are tied, too."Ellen reluctantly withdrew the toy, which glistened with moisture. My very bones began to itch at this sight, and my groin felt swollen and aching.Women their age were supple goods, alright. They were practically sopping wet.Just then, Francine gestured to my groin and exclaimed, "Wow, Mr. Warden! What are you packing down there? It's bulging!"I looked down and immediately blushed. I wore loose shorts that did little to hide my erection, which had now formed a tent at my groin.With the way the four women were gawking at me, I felt like I was walking down the streets buck-naked. Who knew I'd make such
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