Too bad for them.The party started early to accommodate the shifts from the sheriff's department. By ten o'clock on the morning of the Forth there wer... people splashing in the pool and smoke rising from the grill.The serious party people didn't start arriving until mid afternoon. These were the people who came with every intention of staying until it ended. The hardcore party people. You can see the resolve in their steely eyes. They are the kind that practice by getting shit-faced the night. We knew our Boss was not going to promote us; but at least we wanted a bit more money. So that afternoon we went together to see him at his office. He was very kind, saying he would put our request on the next meeting of big bosses…After an entire week, we still had no response.Saturday night was scheduled for a nice company party, to celebrate another year. Helena and me were invited with our loving hubbies…I decided to wear a long cocktail dress; it was sexy, but nobody would notice it. It. She realised this and to relieve the pressure she opened my fly to release my cock which she stroked gently gradually working it harder has she wanked me off. Even though it was under the table it was visible to anybody passing on their way to the toilet. Sods law being what it is a man did go to the toilet and enjoyed an eyeful of her hand round my hardened rod. Neither of us were bothered and fortunately the man who saw us just gave a knowing wink on his way back. I had to ask her to stop. She picked up the camera and snapped picture after picture of me. Some she shot in the mirror to get us both in it. She had me suck her rubber cock. “Get it wet, slut boy, or I will fuck you up dry and have you walking oddly for days!” I gagged on it in my attempts to please her and do as she told me. Then she moved behind me and grabbed a pair of rubber gloves like old ladies use to wash dishes with. They were green, and after a little squirt of lube glistened and she wriggled her.