He was about 5,9 slim built with a stubbly beard. We chatted for about a half hour and drank a few wines each. Turned out he was a nice guy, he'd been...with a few TVs and got a kick out of it, fine by me. I put on a porno on the television and we both sat on the couch, at bit awkward at first, but a few minutes into the video he asked me if I would give him a massage. At that stage I was really getting into the roleplay and was already semi hard.He took his clothes off and lay down on the couch. Andrew Lippincott glanced at the Rolex on his wrist and then began to pack his attaché case. It was only 4:00 pm but he was the office manager and one of the perks that came with this title was the ability to leave early. Winter had the city in its grasp and a travelers advisory had been posted.That meant there would be no unannounced guests to prevent him from enjoying the weekend the way he wanted. Simone Treco, his personal secretary issued her standard invite to the regular Friday after. But she was a small town girl who was raised right and I was sure, would land on her feet when she got her bearings.'After half a dozen unanswered letters and several desperate phone calls that never reached her, he gave up. A card did arrive a week after his birthday, he waited for the solace of the rock before he opened it. He seemed to know that being alone would be better.It was nothing special, just a plain off the shelf card. There was a hand written message. 'Hi there, wanted to wish you. “Anyway, Dear, I had better be going so you can take advantage of this rather fine specimen. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”She rose as did Sheila who spoke.“You don’t have to rush off do you?”“I rather think your husband wants to……”“I’m not embarrassed,” Sheila said. “If you’d like to stay and watch. I’m sure you’d be - er - thrilled?”“Mmmm. A double bonus,” Mrs Wilson said. “A fit young man and a very trim young lady and my own private porn show. I never expected such a good day.”She.