The shoes had extremely tall heels: she stood two or three inches over my head. It was like dancing with my big sister. I didn't approve, but I wasn't...asked. I endured.Brad Simms was a honcho from corporate, here to "shake the trees and rake the leaves" in his words. Sales were low nationally, and our R & D department here wasn't doing a lot of developing. Rumors of downsizing and reorganization spread like a grass fire. This evening at the country club was in his honor, attendence by us peons. “No, I see what you have for me first” and she push my arms down, then bending over to undo my trousers and push them down to my knees. Then she pushed down my boxers revealing a nice semi hard cock. I couple of experienced rubs from here small hand and I was rock hard.At this point I realised her husband was back in the room with a tray of drinks. “O look Johnnie” she teased “See this? This is a cock, this is a real man”. She rubbed my shaft some more and then cupped my ball sac in her hand. It wasn’t just about the hunt this time. Something more was at stake. He wasn’t fighting me, he was helping me, working with me; Almost as if he was pushing me to my orgasms. Another song.Then I felt it: The subtle change that signals the beginning of the end. Even his breathing altered. I was close and felt him fight to stay his own. How chivalrous. His grip tightened. Almost there, the song was at the bridge: the middle of the mix, the transition from one song to the next, I felt him swell. We had sucess fishing a few and he showed me how to cook the fish over a fire.I thought it was disgusting at first to eat them 'raw' like that, but idid not want to pussy out, so I ate them too.After a lot of talking about casual stuff we started talking about girls.I have never had a girlfriend, and i wasn't sure whether to pretent.Mike went: "Well, you know, I had to dump my last one. She wanted me tocommit to her, but honestly, that was never part of the deal.I hate it like they are okay.