He promised I could have her again the next day.The second day of the symposium was devoted entirely to the question "How Do We Achieve Our Objectives..."As I entered the auditorium a few minutes late, pulling Julie by her leash, and found my seat, a rather tall distinguished looking man was holding forth at the podium. I later learned his name was Robert Dexter of Dexter Pharmaceuticals."I think we all know what kind of system would best address the concerns expressed in our panels yesterday.". Mrs. Miller was about in her late forties I guess. She was still very attractive to me. Blond curly hair reached her shoulders - almost like a lion! -, the big breasts you could expect under her body shaped business dresses she usually liked to wear. Long slim legs under her mostly tight cut skirts, almost every day black nylon stockings and elegant shoes usually with high heels, you could hear them on the floor with every step - very different from the women of her age I knew from my sleepy. “I loved giving you a suck, maybe I could become a close friend like Doreen is, she told me of your arrangement and the fact you fucked regularly and that you loved a suck job. I can guarantee you Harry that if you want your cock sucked I will gladly oblige”, with that she gave his groin a substantial squeeze.“Would you like to come in”, she smilingly asked as he pulled up outside her neat accommodation. It was a question that only needed one answer although he knew he couldn’t stay too long. I did pass with distinction in all subjects but Mother had a breakdown which meant I had to take over the shop and forget plans of attending university and becoming a journalist.After a couple of years Mother recovered enough to manage the shop and I got a job at my father’s pot bank learning plate painting. My fellow workers were all girls who were a jolly bunch always laughing and full of hair-raising stories of their adventure with boys. I didn’t join in as the JW influence was still strong.