God, she made me lust for her. I thought back to the childhood I had shared with her. Best friends in primary school, running through the schoolyard a...d fighting imaginary bullies, thinking up nasty ways for them to die. Later on in our years we grew up and usually spent Saturday afternoons together near the duck pond in the park, gossiping about who was going out with who and playing ‘Never Have I Ever.’ We had other friends, of course but we had always stayed close and were no less than best. My English skills gave me this job, and my ‘personal skills’ with my boss make me enjoy it. He is in his early 60ies and very handsome. He takes good care of his body, does work-outs three times a week, and is in perfect shape. This makes him an extremely good lover. Whenever he travels abroad, he takes me with him, because he does not speak English. This time, he had his first business trip to France. Business class was overbooked and because he is a high-ranking mileage member, we got bumped. The big man'sfingerprints were impressed in her alabaster skin but they hadn't drawnblood. He examined Charlie carefully for any wounds while her breathingbegan to return to normal."Arsehole!" Robin was about to go back to the recess and kick the manlying prostate on the ground."Don't!" Charlie barked, pulling Robin away from the recess."I'll get the blame for it and if he makes a complaint to the Old Billthey'll be down here hassling the girls and I'll be blamed for that too.You know how it. They have a mens and womens restroom and kind of a small lounge area. Being a gay theater there usually aren't any women around so the men use both restrooms. As I walk up the stairs I turned around to see who's looking at my ass and there are a couple of guys looking and smiling. I'm sure they could also see some balls and cock. In the mens room there are two urinals and they are occupied but in the womens there is no one there. There are two stalls with doors so I go into one to take a leak.