Suddenly she needed kisses, and to be held, and as that happened, her passion flared again. Here was a man who wanted to be with her. He could have le... her leave the party. He could have joined the orgy downstairs. But he wanted to be with her. Her hand strayed to his penis, which was again erect. Erect because of her. Erect for her."I can't let you fuck me," she moaned into his lips.And yet, when she began gibbering with her need, which his kisses and strokes only inflamed, and he moved to his. He thought about the tall, handsome man who had spoken to himearlier. His cock started to stiffen. The man had reminded him of the actorSean Connery and Blake liked him a lot. Well, more than just liked. Theactor had been at the centre of his sexual fantasies since seeing him playJames Bond in the film 'Thunderball' on tv a few weeks earlier. Blakewondered if the man could possibly find him attractive. He had never met agay man before. "But if he is gay he might just want a one-night stand. I just had time to be aware that it didn't hurt, it must have been lined with something soft, and she was hauling it back to fasten it to one of the posts."Going to crucify me?" I quipped, a little nervously. And by the time my other hand was shackled to the other bedpost I knew I wasn't far wrong. Jinx confirmed it."Of course. How else can I keep you still while I torture you?"She moved down to where my prick was wondering whether to get excited about being looked at or apprehensive about this. The next day she came to work boasting that new hairdo. EveryoneIn the building was telling her how good she looked with the new style.When she walked to my department she informed me that I had to reportTo her office for a brief meeting. The first thought that came to my head wasI should have never sent that seminude picture. Hopefully it wouldNot have cost me the temporary team member position. I had to Admit on the way to her office I felt like a dead man walking.This was the final call for.