The coffee relaxed me and we chatted about her day and my trip to the manor. It reminded me the day that she asked me to meet her in her office a week...ago. She had hugged me and told me that I was accepted for the job trial. I had been surprised and confessed that I had not thought it through when I had applied and that I did not feel ready. She had seemed a little disappointed, and told me that there was no pressure. But she also had said that this could be the greatest opportunity in my life. Then one night at my place, down in my basement he asked another question:“Dude, how would you feel if we took things a little farther?”“What do you mean?” I said.“Want to suck each other off? I mean the rub downs are cool and all but not enough to get us to cum. We have to finish that ourselves on our own”. He reasoned.“I don’t know dude.”“No gay shit I swear! You do me, I do you” “Uh, alright I guess” I said so hesitantly.This time we just cut right to the chase. I laid on my back and he. They and all the other winners got a large round of applause and the announcer was thanking everybody for coming.And that was about when all hell started to break loose by one of the parents. This cow of around 40 pushed her way to the judges table and demanded to know why “Two lesbos” were given an award that was meant for a “real couple”. And those were her words.Thankfully, one of the judges then said it was an exhibition, not a competition. And secondly, she was welcome to look through the. I offered Jack her cunnie but he declined knowing there was younger and more attractive dishes to come. He led her sobbing back to the wall and gave her a stool so she could stand with something to hold on to.Mrs. Warboys, I have just started to call her Hilda, was next. She yelled at each stroke but managed to keep hold of the table legs. Jack again declined to poke her. Mary took hers well enough but she only had four strokes as did Henrietta. It was her that Jack decided he’d bury his cock.