That took me back a bit, however when she returned to the phoneis when I really started to realize how much my voice had changed."Hello, this is not f...nny! My boss is Paul Mangione, a man! He isgravely ill! Do not call here again, Miss...who...whoever you are! Or Iwill have to get the police involved!" Jillian said in a particularlynasty voice!I was quite shocked. Jillian has known me for 6 years. For her not torecognize my voice, wow. For her to think it was a woman, double wow!When I saw my. “There are a few people I need to speak with about something important that isn’t for others to overhear.”Not taking me at my word, she looked over the schedule to see that it was indeed free. Still, she wouldn’t give me a key or let me use that room but did tell me how to get to it, so that was something.I don’t need no stinking key!I went to the conference room and found I didn’t need a key. The door was unlocked.When I turned in the lights, I saw a massive table with no less than fifteen. I think I may have grimaced with my lips surrounding her nipple, but that was about as much as I gave away. Stacy on the other hand, simply cried out, unabashedly, unashamedly, and uninhibitedly. I wish now I had looked over to our companions sitting on either side of us, I'd loved to have seen the expression on their faces then, but I was simply too busy still sucking and fondling Stacy's breasts to bother looking, tempted as I may have been.Now, as stupid as this may sound, (and probably. The young guy stood on stage his cock standing proudly with a string of spittle hanging from its tip, " That OK Janice love? One more song?" The compere's words had quietened the applause, Janice nodded her agreement and Pink Floyd made a repeat performance. She carried on where she had left off, taking the young guy back firmly into her mouth as she cupped his full, hanging balls and carried on with her blow-job. My tits moved again as I sank my third pint of lager, I stole a quick glance at.