With an excited smile of anticipation, “Sir, what can I do for you?”Mr. Maris smiled. Those simple, innocent words have opened so many very intere...ting and erotic encounters with his PA. “As you know, we just concluded an executive meeting and we have come to an agreement that the next step is to talk to you.”“Me sir? Have I done something that has displeased you or the others?”He chuckled, “Far from it, Connie. In fact, before we get into this further, please undress.”Connie stood immediately,. Once all in, his strong arms clamped my body as his mouth prolonged its oral onslaught on my hitherto unmarked back. It was like I had a predator that had not made a kill in over a week, on my back. Engulfed by his manly haze, I was in heaven. As Evans’ manly smell further amplified, and his ardour flourished, I became totally enslaved by my fisherman that night. After fifteen years of being gay, I was finally being fucked by a real man.Soon, he began pumping my manhole with meaning. When Evans. ’ I replied straightforwardly and the woman at the desk started scribbling. She continued scribbling the entire time I was questioned. ‘How then did you get on that ship?’ The Mistress inquired. ‘Like I said, I was kidnapped.’ I replied, hoping to avoid the whole ‘Greta’ story. ‘How were you kidnapped?’ The Mistress asked curiously. ‘Were you attacked in the street?’ She finished posing the question and dangled an easy answer. ‘Yes, exactly.’ I answered, grasping at the less embarrassing. “You bastard!” cried out Debby. She moved to slide the door shut again, her eyes smiling at me, but I held the door open with my foot. Debby cupped some water and threw it at me. But her mood was broken. She smiled. “Want to join me?”“Nah. You were the one doing all the heavy sweating,” I said.“Bastard!” She threw some more water, so I got up and closed the door on her. I went back into the bedroom. After a moment, Debby called out, “Get me something to wear.”I hung up my jacket and pulled a.