I cut my cigar, lit it, and placed the match in the ashtray. Mr. Spurgeon did the same. I picked up the brandy glass and held it so that my palm would...slightly warm the liquid, and took a puff of my cigar. Mr. Spurgeon nodded in approval. I’d apparently passed the first test.“Tell me about your business,” he said, indicating a very comfortable leather chair for me to sit in.I sat down, and he sat in a similar chair next to mine.“This is my second business,” I said. “I started my first one when. I realize I am completely helpless.“This… wha-stop!” I trembled. My head was swimming. Was this really happening?“Relax, girl! You’ll be fine.” Earl grabbed a handful of my right breast, squeezing. “So nice to feel some real ones for once.”“I know!” Greg agreed, grabbing my left breast. “I can’t believe you didn’t guess A cups.”“I should’ve. She just looked so much bigger in that dress.”“Well, let’s make sure.” With no arms, I still struggled to get out. To slip a foot free, maybe kick. I would also present her with a seven thousand dollar bonus check for the contracts that she had signed. I told her to be ready at six thirty and to dress elegant. I had given her my credit card to buy something appropriate to wear for dinner. I had made reservations to one of the nicest restaurants in Dallas upon a recommendation from Jack Wilson, one of my friends that lived in Dallas.Joni's room joined mine on the same floor. I walked out of my door and knocked on hers."Just a minute!" I. "Mind if I go also then?" hang on a sec" she said as she got on her knees. She took ahold of my half erect member and said, "Go for it."I let loose, feeling that sweet release that only comes from emptying a full bladder. I got a different kind of thrill watching her direct my warm stream across her chest then down her stomach to her slit, leaning back a bit so the spray would hit her right. One of my few lady friends had liked to pee on me, but had not let me return the favor. I knew it.