?Don’t be a bad boy there, Milesy.? ?Gretchen grabbed my ear ?Say yes sir, uncle Tom.? She whispered in my ear?.?I gritted my teeth. WHACK WHACK My ...ss was roaring. ?Y-yes sir, Uncle Tom!? I sobbed, and his laugh was the last sound I heard.?Gretchen looked abashed. ?Poor thing, you’re not mad at Gretchie are you-ums?? ?She kissed me deeply, and her soft fingers dropped to my sweltering cock again, and she began pulling it gently.??N-no, I just didn’t want anyone to know—discretion and all. He told me that he had enjoyed last night very much and would like to meet again for some more fun. I invited him over to my place after work. We drove up to our houses at the same time, greeted each other with a firm handshake that was more than just friendly. I could feel the electricity between us. He told me I looked good in my suit. He was again wearing the workboots, jeans and polo and was sweaty. He suggested that he should take a shower and come over. I told him, no, to come. They seemed to find the way Phil and I worked together was uncanny with our ability to know what one of us required of the other without a word being spoken.After we had screwed the girls the first time, we fucked them on every break if the girls were willing. Neither of us boys kidded ourselves that we were in love with the girls, it was just a matter of need on our part.We hoped Anne and Loral didn’t get too pissed at us, but we suspected they knew it had been inevitable before we left Earth.. Tall, a brassy blonde from the old school of Bigger Is Better, Jocelyn is a couple of years older than I am and is the only person reliably reported to have performed verbal castration, complete with the attendant bleeding. She can turn on the charm, and the word around the office was that she'd originally gotten to be an account exec by lips service while being on her knees - but she was generally nasty. Make that Nasty. Jocelyn was divorced and raising a pair of teenagers by herself. Which.