Taking a deep intake of breath for courage, Sarah walked into Bob’s office, quietly closing the door behind her.She purred, “Good Evening Bob, you...suggested I came to see you, to discuss my ‘special request’ more privately,” Sarah inwardly smirked to herself as she spoke. Immediately Bob hung up the phone and spun around in his chair to face her leaning provocatively against the wall of his office.“Oh what a delight, I forgot about you! Welcome to my office young lady” Bob grinned as his eyes. After a night of hardcore whiskey abuse, Katrina and I had somehow navigated my 2001 Chevy Trailblazer through thirty-three miles of pouring rain up the dirt-road to her house. Parked thirty feet from the door, we sat in silence, considering the storm.“Not worth it,” I muttered, nestling into the upholstery. She shook me a bit harder than necessary. “Come on, my bed’s too cold for just one person.” Katrina often spoke this way to me, despite the fact that we were not intimate. She was the type. Forget to zip up and walk back to your table with your shirttail sticking out your fly to everyone's amusement.Well, it was a little thing that got me. Actually it was more like a schoolboy prank that backfired and bit me on the ass.Ever wonder why when you are out having dinner with friends or when you are at a party and a woman gets up to go to the bathroom one or two other women will get up and go with her? I did; wonder about it I mean. Alice and I would be somewhere and be sitting with. I tried to raise up, but Jim's hands grabbed my head and forced me back down. The jig was up anyway so I figured I might as well enjoy it.I got down off the bed and crawled on all fours between his knees. Someone had turned off the TV so the sounds of my sucking filled the room. Jim began to grunt, and grabbed my head again, and started to really fuck my face. I knew he was close, and I gagged a little because of his forceful fucks, but I relaxed as much as I could knowing Jim was about to.