She said I got go to the bathroom and I know the stalls will have a long line. Eddie said why not use the men's room a few other girls were. She said ...ould you come with me and watch the door. He said sure and off they went. The rest of us had a few more shots ( i bought again ) and a round of beers and I was noting the time. It was 15 minutes since they had left. one of the guys said there must be a long line at the men's room too. I said I' gotta go too. I left my beer and went to the mes. I walked across to find a stool to sit on... exchanging hi's with various friends, and getting generally good comments, including my favourite... from our receptionist Hels... you've got GREAT legs! I found a stool, and sat... aware of my skirt riding up over my thighs... exposing flesh... Jack brought me my drink... and we chatted a little... though it was hard to hear really.Over the next couple of hours... I had a few more drinks than I normally do... and really got into the swing. I. “Lick us,” commanded his wife. He didn’t want to accept that he had heard her correctly, knowing full well that he had. Surely she couldn’t be serious! “Come on Tom, lick me, and Marcus too,” she repeated. “Make him as hard as possible for me honey,” she groaned down at Tom. He looks pretty hard to me, thought Tom as he eyed the impossibly large length of flesh in front of him. I am no fucking gay, he thought to himself, but, at the same time he was overcome with a sensation of willingness to. Miss Buxom came out of Mr Jackson’s office adjusting her tiny skirt.Mr Jackson: “Send in the next employee.”Miss Buxom looked over at Debbie: “Mr Jackson will see you now Miss Baylock.”Debbie took a deep breath and walked through the door. Mr Jackson was perched on the edge of his desk, nude except for black socks and black shoes. He stood about six two or six three and weighed about 350 pounds, maybe closer to 400. He had hair all over him. A bear, Debbie thought. The female employees called.