Listen till I can't resist.

"Don't blow it," I whispered feebly to myself.

I stood in my foster father's empty outer office, listening to him take sexual possession of my lawyer Odetta Banks. And from what they said to one another, this wasn't the first time she had yielded to him in his office. Though she protested this time, he knew how to touch her so her resistance melted instantly.

I stood there stunned. Mrs. Banks had been my steadiest defender, who believed in me through all the courts and the trouble I couldn't stay out of. She had placed me with Chris Sanders and his family. Chris Sanders, her secret lover?

"I can't wait for Kate, honey," Mrs. Banks told Chris. "You know I'll see her later, she's my sweet blonde honeypot. You're in me, you devil, just do me, take me home."

And my foster mother Kate was part of what sounded like a fully three-sided sex triangle. Little jitters of fear, of what-now coursed through my whole body. My pulse thumped in my ears.

I heard the sounds of their weight shifting and their fast, deep breaths.

"Ohhhhmmmmmmmm, mm-hm!" Odetta moaned. "Fuck me good, honey."

My cock swelled and bulged in my pants. I whispered, "Yeah, fuck her good, she needs good loving."

"Uhhhnnhh," Chris grunted. "So good, Odetta. So fucking good."

"Oh yeah, Chris. Faster," Mrs. Banks said in her strong, resonant voice.

I heard the dull, rhythmic slap of skin on skin speed up as he obeyed.

"Fuck. Her. Good. Fuck her good. Fuck-her-good, Fuck-her-good," I breathed along with the rhythm of the strokes. He was making her so happy.

"Uhhhhh," he groaned.

"Oh lover," Odetta sighed. "Oh yeah your finger Chris, YES! FUCK! Mmmph!"

Something had just gone in her mouth. They were struggling toward a climax. My face was hot. My cock wept. I had to look. I stepped up to the inner office door.