As soon as Pete left Daves office and the door fell into its hinges behind him, Daves fingers went to his pussy. It was wet and soft and his fingers glided over it with ease. Almost squishy, he thought. Then they entered. He moaned softly. It was a feminine moan, one he thought would never escape his lips, but it did. His eyes rolled up his head at the foreign feeling. It was as if stroking his dick, but inversed. He began rubbing. Slow, at first. Two fingers were in him. He bit his lower lips. He upped the pase. Another moan left his mouth. He began breathing louder. Then a third finger entered between his lower lips, working at the same effort the other two did. "Yes!", David cried out. He loved the feeling. His eyes went out the little window of his office, looking at Pete. He was his oldest friend at the firm. The thought of him was intriguing. Then David came. As if a ton of pressure was suddenly taken off him, he felt relieved.
"Pete", David whispered and looked at his new magic pen.