"Good afternoon, Miss Avery," Daddy greeted the pretty receptionist. A sun-burnt delivery driver had her bent over her desk and was pumped vigorously ...nto her back door."Good afternoon, Sir," Miss Avery smiled pleasantly, "you have several messages in your box." Thanks. Busy day, today?" Not really," she answered coolly as her partner exploded loudly into her bowels. "We did hire a new sexretary for the sales office, but I'd better warn you she's one of 'them'."?Oh, yeah?" Daddy chuckled. "I. I could feel the pressure in the big vein pushing against my moving hand. Then in an instant he flooded my mouth with his hot cum. Try as I might, there was no way I could hold it all in my mouth and some of it leaked out around the side. I loved the musky taste of it. I could hear him laugh as I used my tongue to lick up what I had missedIt seemed over before it began as he deposited me at my Mistresses door. True to his word he didn't let me cum and to my disappointment he never did fuck my. Inside, though, that was another story.I walked toward the end of the hallway—nothing fancy. Worn red carpet and dark wood paneling. Something told me that the wood might actually have been stained mahogany and not a veneer, but not being the carpenter I imagined I was, I wasn’t sure. The hallway widened and ended in a set of double doors. In front of the doors, two large desks sheltered two equally large men. Bouncers. Probably a little more than bouncers. I watched one of them move his hand. Oh, my God, what to do. He introduced me to his friend, who laughed and said: You are that naughty boy who wears sexy underwear. We started dancing to have fun and drinkig. I choose to use wc and one of them immediately comes behind me and pushes me into the space for urgent needs and locks the door. He grabbed hold of my dick right away and pulled the button on jeans pulled jeans to my knees and said. Wauuuu you wear a nylon sock, oh you little naughty boy. He licked his finger on his hand and.