I saw his phony smiles and the way he placated everyone. I hated him.Very quickly, Mary was at his side. Larson's wife, Caroline, moved off to say hel...o to some of the other executive's wives. From across the room, I watched how Larson and Mary interacted. I saw the glances, the touches on the arm, the smiles. It was a definitely more than a boss/personal assistant relationship.Soon we sat down for dinner. Larson and his wife sat at the head table with us at a another table – close by. Mary. Each had knelt down on either side of me, with their cocks' just inches away. As they applied the lotion, I moved my arms along my side, brushing on their stiff cocks as I did. The rubbing stopped as they both jumped back almost out of reach."Oh, don't stop, I need more on my legs too." I said pointing at them. Their faces both turned bright red. "Boys, don't be bashful, I'll burn if you don't get all of my backsides covered." as I reached back and pulled my bottoms up into my ass crack,. ."That was pretty nice of them and their email was very generous, as was a note from the Advisor of the Akron Pride Center Youth Group in Ohio. He asked me for permission to distribute the story in print form, to make it available " ... as an example of a story of love and self-acceptance." That's a sweet thought and it made me smile, as you can imagine.Getting letters and feedback like that is very nice and gratifying, considering I wrote the story with little more intent than to entertain. I looked into his eyes. Without letting more slideinside I moved my hips slightly, making him moan again. "You're teasing mebaby. Don't push me too far. Remember what happened in the kitchen?"I smiled down at him, moving my hips some more. "How could I forget, you fuckedmy mouth like an a****l. I remember feeling is slide in and out of my mouth,down my throat. Sucking it harder and harder, swallowing your cum." The wholetime I said this I kept moving against him. His hands kept squeezing my.