It was only a matter of time, until it exploded, and we both knew that. At times, I sensed James seemed to take great satisfaction in knowing I had wa...ched what should have been his own private, intimate act – but the ‘occasion’ was not mentioned again. I still had the lovely vision in my mind of this gorgeous guy pleasuring himself so openly, and when I allowed my thoughts to linger on it, my body tingled and my juices ran at the prospect of what may be to come between us. The summer days. I’ve never been part of the good old boy network. I don’t do dinners, cigars, Single Malt or late night brandy sniffing—I have a family. I hate golf. ‘A few years ago in a fit of conscience, I tried to expose one of those pricks in question, I lost. My numbers had always been stellar, I’d put my performance reviews up against anyone in the company. I knew more about plant operations than anyone at my level or any other level for that matter. The ‘gentleman’ in question wanted to fire me.. At the same time, I foundthe bulb dangling below the seat and gave it a few slow pumps, enjoyingAlice's moans. And just like she did with me, I pulled out every time Ifelt her getting close to cumming, letting her cool down a bit, andstarting my teasing again.I could have kept doing it forever, but I wanted more, so I got up andwent back to the bedroom, followed my Alice's tortured moan. I got thekeys to the cuffs and lingered a bit, watching her trash in frustrationon the chair. When she came. I had begun to "fool around" (read "fuck") with boys and girls as young as thirteen. I got to be the "sub" in lots of relationships, but with them. I could be in charge, the older, wiser one, even though I stood less than five feet high.Well ,that other boy got my message.He started fucking me like it was the first pussy he had ever gotten in his life. Way too fast for me most of the time, but now, with the boy fucking Janet taking it out of her ass and into my mouth, and into her puss and into.