Tight black T shirt and jeans, something I like on men. He looks over at me and smiles that creepy smile. What a playboy. Through the night I notice h...m dancing with about ten different guys, and none of them seem to care. Maybe It's just me that cares when a man is being a whore. Mat had to go home, he has to work early so I just sat at the bar taking a few shots. After Mat left I felt lonely. Mikashi sits next to me and repeats " Tashinaku". "What!" Aww are you still mad?" Are you still. He began to kiss her neck and shoulder. He could hear her sigh as he did. His hands began to move up and down her torso. The side of her breasts. Her stomach. He then began to massage her breasts through the thin film. He could feel how erect her nipples were at this point. He turned her head to him, and they began to kiss so passionately, it was incredible.As he began to squeeze one nipple, his other hand reached inside her dress and began to massage her cunt. She groaned at this. For a few. Every time I stepped off the elevator I was always greeted with the sexiest “Hello or Good morning Mr. Robertson” this time though it was different. It was almost frantic. “Mr. Robertson, uhhh uhm uhhh.” “Mallory spit it out! What?!” I looked at her. She is terrified, I cant tell of what, but I think it is me. Which makes me laugh in the back of my mind. “Uhm there is some lady in your office. She insisted on seeing you, marched her way back to your office, and told me that you were an old. We started to undress each other, but he stopped me, turned away and finished undressing himself. He turned back to me naked. He had the biggest cock I had ever seen up to that time (OR since then), and it was uncut. It was huge, so large that he joked that it never could get full hard because all the blood racing to his junk would have made him pass out. It was way too big for me to put up my ass (thank god he wanted to bottom) so I fucked him unmercifully for hours. We started out doggy.