" Jay started."This is not the time for recriminations. Let's get out of this messfirst, then you can shout at me." Why not now, we're not going anyw...ere. I can't...." He trailed offand looked over my shoulder."What is it?" I asked."The key. It didn't flush." He turned around so I could see. There atthe bottom of the toilet bowl was the key, Michael had left it attachedto the key ring and together it was far too heavy to flush. Now all wehad to do was reach it. In the end, Jay had to lean. He’d drive a teetotaller to drink and a vegan to roast pork with crackling. As we entered the pub Heather took my hand to drag me through the bar to a small room at the back. It was full of most of the desirable women from the club. We were greeted with ironic cheers.“Well done, Heather,” one of them shouted. “You saved one from Alfred.”I enjoyed that lunchtime. The women seemed as annoyed as I was about the Chairman’s high-handedness. The roster had put women together except for married. The two guys weren’t concerned that anyone was watching or probably they were enjoying the voyeuristic attention. One guy seemed to bring the other to the brink and then slow down keeping him in anticipation. I watched wide-eyed. My cock was bursting out of my trousers and I couldn't resist it any more so I slowly took it out and started to carefully jerk off, trying not to be seen or at least not too obviously. It was fantastic. In a room full of men I was openly wanking. I started to get a. After the first two strokes she leaned into me and we kissed like lovers whose mouths had tasted and explored each other for years and knew every move to bring even more pleasure to one another.I carried Tara, still impaled upon my cock and put her back against the wall. She leaned back and then started playing with her tits and licking her lips. “Come on Daddy. Mommy has been bad and kept you from having fun. Now it is your turn to make me into your raunchy little slut. Fuck me good.