”“Does it involve you buying me a new corset? Or nightie? Or leather gear? Or maybe a new cane!”“Trust you to think of a cane. No, it involves...food, of sorts.”“Food? What, like the fridge scene in nine and a half weeks?”“Not that much food, no.”“What food then? Tell me.” Emma scooped my cock into her hand and started to stroke it.“Honey.”“Honey. Go on…”“Lots of honey, poured all over your tits and body.”“Not Manuka honey, that’s so fucking expensive and it would be such a waste.”“No, squirty. “Let’s go see Bill Howsman,” he said.Bill Howsman was the managing partner of Nuvatec, and Scott’s boss. Scott got up and I followed him to Mr. Howsman’s office.“Good afternoon, Steve,” he said. “Have a seat.”“Thank you, Mr. Howsman.”“Nobody calls me that!” he smiled. “I go by Bill. Let’s see if we can get you out of the little mess that you’ve created.”“I’d like that,” I said.“I was sure that you would! What I’ve done is collected appraisals from the project leaders for each of the projects. “mmhhmhmhh” Is all he could say. He kept at it and I looked down and saw him looking at me his tongue licking my clit and his hand going in and out of my pussy, He stopped right before I was about to cum. “Why the fuck did you stop. Keep going Ryan I was about to cum. God Damn it!” I was furious at him, but he just looked up at me and pulled my legs towards me and exposed my asshole, and started licking it, and again I don’t know how he did it, but he fingered me until I came while he. So it's maybe 730 and we go to a lounge by 23st idk the name it was dark and downstairs but people were dancing when we walk in . Since I am pretty tipsy already in trying to get darrel to dance and he says after a few drinks he's shy . So we have a few more they did shots i couldn't i as feeling it . As we are all talking a drinking at our booth Darrel is resting his hand right on my ass . Not my hip not halfway he was a handful and his hand was enormous .I have a big butt and nobody ever.