“Let’s hoof it.”Sam walked me into a lunch room that had been transformed into a country barn, complete with bales of hay and paper on the walls...painted to look like rough cut wood. Country music blasted from the DJ’s speakers and a few brave couples were on the dance floor. Tables were set up around the room with centerpieces made of red ribbon, green pine needles, and battery powered tea lights which gave the dark room an intimate glow.“Wow,” I said. “They went all out.”“It was fun.” Sam. I had been working for the same company for almost fifteen years now, and had moved steadily up the promotion ladder to the point I had several area managers under my guidance. One of these, was a guy named Bob, slightly arrogant, rugged looks, but also slightly overweight. He had been a guest at several office parties, where both my wife Nancy and I had got to know him. I got on okay with Bob, and had partied with him on several occasions when he had to stay over at various meetings. Nancy on. .” I glanced at the chained-up man.“Do you want to enjoy him?” asked the queen. “I can, of course, amuse myself as you amuse yourself.”My cheeks burned. “No, no, that’s okay. I have my sister and our sex slaves for that.”“Of course, of course.” The queen picked up a paddle. “Have you ever used any of these items?”“No,” I said. “We don’t punish our slaves. We control them and they obey to make us happy. The threat of pain is not needed.”“And when is anything that’s pleasurable needed?” Queen. I wondered how often Sue swallowed his semen and if she enjoyed it as much as me.I finished before he came. I could tell he was nearing an orgasm but didn’t want to finish to him. As I started to leave, Paul told me to finish him and not to be mean!I hadn’t wanted him to cum in my mouth as he had tasted so sweet and Paul would expect me to swallow.As I stroked his shaft up and down, I looked over to Paul and simply asked, 'Over me?' and thankfully Paul nodded yes.I took his cock and milked it.