He had that killer look.Arthur would jerk Mitch's hand loose from his sleeve saying, "Not now, I'll tell you when, Mitch," and go back to admiring the...huge pedestal mounted pre-war chrome and brass Zeiss Battleship Spotting Binoculars with the filters and who knows what all mounted to the heavy housing. He gave me that 'Pretty Please, with Sugar on it' look that just begs for a look.So, with my bobcat kit balanced on my fourteen year old shoulder, and half an eye watching Mitch and his itchy. The thought of a man beingwith another man was wrong to me just yesterday. Yet seeing a hotmuscular man began to turn me on and made me wet with passion. Wet withpassion I thought to myself, why did I not just say hard?As I let my nails dry I flipped through the channels. I ended up watchingold episodes of Sex and the City. It was a show I use to hate but now Itotally loved it. I was such a Samantha. I sat in my bed eating my oh soyummy bon - bons and sipping a glass of chardonnay. I was so. Looking at him quizzically, I said, ‘Your office or mine,’ for though all partners were theoretically equal, some were more equal than others. ‘Oh, yours is closer. That is if you don’t mind.’ ‘Of course not.’ On our way past the open cubicles of the support staff, we made small talk. I remember that it was a lovely late summer’s day, and that as I entered my office I saw the replica of the schooner AMERICA under full sail on the harbor far below. When I turned and sat down, not behind my. He pulled down his boxers and exposed his very large cock, he then stepped forward again, placed my hand on his cock and returned to wanking me off. It wasn’t long before we were both fully hard and he tried to kiss me. I pulled away slightly and said, “I’ve got cum on my face.”“I know. I want you to cum on my cock” He said before passionately kissing me and started to wank me faster. It didn’t take long before I covered his cock in my own cum, screaming into his mouth. “Good boy, now get on.