You act ashamed."I was ashamed. Deeply ashamed. I wasn't a girl, but a guy. I wasn't supposed to be the one getting fucked. I looked down at the peopl... below. They were still staring, wondering what was going on up here, wondering who was fucking me, wondering what kind of girl would let someone do this to her. My cheeks and ears burned with the fire of humiliation. I couldn't bear to do it, but I did it anyway. I honored him the only way I knew how."Oh yes, Daddy," I cried. "That's it. Pop my. Mother fucking god it was an awesome experience. We were doing this for few time then she got hold of my hardened six inch massive black beast. She hold it so hardly that I was in pain but I liked that pain of my cock being squeezed in her hands. We were kissing, I was squeezing her big melons and ass and she was squeezing my big fat cock. Then she took one minute break and turned on to her partner and was giving a blowjob to him. After that I asked her to give me a bj. She said she didn’t want. I told her everything and that I am still a bachelor. She laughed and enquires if I had girl friend I told her I don’t have any. While we were talking my boss and I gave him the gift a wine bottle I had brought for him he smile and gave me a thanks and we chat for sometime and had our drink. My boss had already brought some drink and he asks me if I had any problem if he made some cocktail. I told him that I had no problem. He mixed all the bottles and prepared the 3 packs for all of us. He. I commented on the professionalism of the card and simply tossed it aside without another thought. After ‘testing’ four (or maybe it was five) bottles of wine ourselves, the business card seemed more intriguing and I suggested that perhaps we ought to phone him. Terrie was a little taken aback by my suggestion considering I had never taken an interest in him before, but thought it would be amusing to speak with him anyway (especially since I was well on my way to being ‘three sheets to the.