“Drink Me,” the title said. He wondered how the email got past the corporate spam filter, and would have junked it immediately if it hadn’t show... Cora as the sender. That was strange, since she hadn’t been division leader long enough for her name and his to get linked in the usual phishing networks. Curious now, he opened the email.“I thought that would get your attention,” he read. “Don’t worry about the bottle, it’s in safe hands. But I expected more from you, so we’re going to have to change. I stood there in a bit of shock so she repeated herself and this time add “Your underwear too”. I undid my belt and unsnapped my paint, pulled them down underwear too. I stood there butt naked in front of her, she took a quick look at my penis and told me to lay across her lap. I don’t mind telling you I was scared to death, I put my hands on her knee as I leaned forward and then laid down on her lap. My penis rubbed up against her skirt and the material felt good as my penis slide. I wanted her to keep wiping me until my release came. “Perhaps we should put a condom on this,” Trish said, “stop it leaking everywhere.” “We...we don’t have any.” I told her. Trish smiled at me, “Abe bought some just in case,” she said, “but he won’t be needing them.” For some reason I began to feel uncomfortable. I knew that a lot of ‘Bulls’ insisted on cuckolds wearing condoms. It was their right and their right only to be able to cum inside the wife. It was a privilege for the alpha. It reminds me of Jill coming to see me and we have to start thinking of how we can pleasure her. It just finishes milking me when I hear the door bell. The plant retracts out the window. I grab my robe and head downstairs to great her. As I do the plant comes back in and releases some of the mind numbing scent mixed with the pleasure heighten scent. Jill and I make small talk and go into the kitchen I make some tea and sandwiches. Jill asks me again how did I tone up so fast and did I get a.