Fred laughed and said "No Mike, we don't want your money. Thanks for offering but that thing is covered under normal building maintenance. Don't worry...about it ok?" Good, that might have drained my account" I said in relief.Fred continued "I was watching when you and Shawn were going one on one and your shooting display. I was impressed and I don't impress easily. Where did you play hockey?" Up in Northern Ontario. We had a rink in back of the house every winter that my Dad and I played and did. She said, "Just for a bit - get your cock wet and put it in my ass!" THAT would explain the bar of soap up MY ass, followed by her finger. I obliged, soaking my cock in her flowing slit and then penetrating her beautiful ass. She really responded to the ass-fucking. I played with her tits, offering her one at a time for her to lick and suck. She did so with vigor, and I got exceptionally hard.We fucked with abandon, shaking the bed as we did so. Fortunately, it was fairly early in the evening,. She worked herself to exhaustion until things began to calm down. She continued on the story but with less and less intensity until she could return to normal herself. She finally took a break.During the break, her boss pulled her in and told her that she was being given her own show, beginning in three months. He told her that she had earned it and he wanted her to do the type of shows she was so good at. She had plenty of time to put together some stories for the introduction. It all worked. " My heart was racing as I spoke to her. I was worried she would find something I say weird or offensive. "Do you have any advice for me? I feel like I made the wrong choice sometimes," she worried. "No, you may not have," I assured her. "What should I do?" She wondered. "I don't know...experiment with someone. Do you know anyone who is gay?" "No." "Well...if you meet anyone who is then experiment with them to figure it our for sure." "Didn't you say you are bicurious?" "Yes..." "Well...Uh...".