But he rejected this and sat back on the sofa and tried to relax.It was possibly thirty minutes later that he heard her call to him. His cock had gone...soft long ago, but the moment he heard her voice it grew rapidly. He finished off his drink and got unsteadily to his feet. Passing his hands over his eyes, he wondered if he had drunk too much, but knew that he had not. It was the terrific excitement that was making him slightly dizzy.He went to the bedroom door. It stood ajar but only a few. " What Don meant by the leash attached I could only imagine. Did itmean he would walk her? Would it hurt? Was this going to be me soon?Don walked through the electronic sliding doors as I followed him intothe parking lot and then to his F150. In a few minutes we were drivingnorth along the highway to his house. We didn't talk along the way. Thathad been his decision in an email. He said we were in this for theexperience and talking away before the final step would cloud things.Now I'm not. Now the moment is at hand. You know my hands are occupied with your knees, so your hands slip between your thighs and cradle my cock. You part your legs even further and your hips come up and with just a light pressure my head is swallowed by your sex. We hear a throaty “wow” from our gallery, but that is nothing to the ‘wow” we feel. You have me all now, and after a pause to revel in that, we are stroking slowly, long strokes that pause so that we can almost see my head, even see your lips. “What numbers to you have for the first quarter?” I asked. “Zero and zero” he said, giving my hand a squeeze. I slid my hand up to his crotch and could feel him hardening. “Good luck,” I said.With one minute to go before the end of the first quarter, we all drank a shot of Tequila. The score was nothing to nothing. I could see Steve’s hard-on swelling against his pants. The quarter ended zip to zip. I got up and walked over to Steve and spread his legs. I unzipped his pants and his cock.