Calm down, I'm not going there. Dick's not into dick either. You didn't see an "MM" story code at the top of this page, did you? (To those of you who ...re disappointed: get your own Dick.)So. Weird weeds.Well, there's Marge in Human Resources. Really nice lady. She's been there since they hired me. Knows all the ins and outs of sexual harassment and inappropriate conduct. And that was before we hooked up. But she's 54 years old and 300 pounds, so most of you don't want to hear her story. I don't. Like the other five men in the room he’d been re-directed from the convent and told to head to the waiting room at Stedman Farms. It was a double wide trailer not far from the stables that looked like it had been used as an office until recently. Now it was re-fitted for the Sisterhood’s purposes and it contained tables, chairs, a magazine rack; the usual things you’d expect in a waiting room along with a small kitchen area and some vending machines.One notable difference was the strong box at. We sat down and watched the film. My dad said if I didn’t want to do anything with anyone else I don’t have to. Well shortly after he pulled out his semi hard penis and asked me to suck It. I did and he started playing with my buttplug underway dress. A few minutes later a younger guy maybe in his 30s walked over. He had sweatpants on and was hard. He asked if he could join. My dad let him and he sat down and started stroking his massive cock. I continued sucking my dad’s cock and the man. I basically wrote about how I felt about him these last four years, how I always missed the last week of class so I could have him again next year, how I loved his eyes and wished we could see each other after high school. I was so nervous I actually was shaking my hand when I left it on his desk in the pile. He smiled at me and told me what a great student I was and that he would miss me, as I walked back to my seat. I smiled and said the same about him. He smiled back and I sat down. I.