Markus was...quite simply, hung, and he didn't want to show offin public or in business meetings. He checked himself out in the mirror,stretching and ...lexing for a bit."Nice."Markus strolled over to his personal computer and sat down. Booting itup, he searched for a video editing program, and checking if the webcamworked. Satisfied, he hit record."Hey. Do you like this? Feels good, doesn't it?" He began monologuingwhile leaning back in the black leather chair. "When we met, this was allI. I felt like my dick was in a vacuum. Felt like that time I used a penis pump. He was sucking so hard it made my cock feel like it was going to burst. I leaned back against the tiled wall of the shower. My legs apart and my cock getting the best attention it had ever received. I was getting ready to cum. My legs were getting weak. He sensed it. Took my cock from his mouth."Turn around" he commanded.I turned. Faced the shower wall. My hands up to keep my balance.He came up behind me.Tight behind. Seeing her, well it's too much," I said. He nodded."Uly, Pen is a very good assistant. I treasure her skills. She actually came to me and offered to quit. She said she knew it might be hard for you working here with her; I mean with her divorcing you and all. I talked her out of it. I told her that you were a tough guy and could handle it. But, I guess I was wrong, huh," he said."Sir, with all due respect, and believe it, I do very much respect you; but me seeing her ... I just can't do it.. ”I tossed a little attitude into my tone. “We’ve been living under the same roof for weeks. Haven’t you paid ANY attention, Bob? I AM interested in things. Mechanical things. Electrical things. Technology.”“Okay, then ... Let’s go look at aviation history.”We DID that. Drive back towards Houston, destination Ellington Field. History. Up to my gills. Form and function has a beauty of its own. State of the art – 1942. All aluminum and iron and Bob’s a history buff and I am his acolyte.Fascinated.