Once a guy had even rammed a lighter up his hole, a big steel canister that had scraped the insides, and all Mitch did was pull him back and tell him ...o easy on. Carlos even had to finish the show with the lighter still jammed up his cunthole, since he was never, ever allowed to cover his package up during an act. Mitch's special rule meant that on nights like tonight, when guys deliberately dragged their hands under his waist straps to inch the g-string lower on his tackle, there was nothing. Then a sickening realization came over me, and my Dad must have caught my expression."Oh, crap!" he said. "You're right handed. You are going to have a hell of a time taking care of that, aren't you?" I nodded, suddenly sadder than I'd been in a while. "Well, you can try using your left hand. It'll take some getting used to, but if you're motivated, and it looks like you are ha-ha, you'll figure it out." Yea, maybe. I just can't do anything else with my left hand. I don't know if I'll get that. Only trousers and shirts were allowed in office, so I summoned her. Just look at her audaciousness, she said – “I will wear what I like, do what you want to” and gave me an erotic smile and left. Perhaps, she had understood that I was a professional and will not make the first move with a subordinate, so she did. It was like the final signal I wanted and I could not focus on work whole day and as soon as office got empty and she was left alone with me, I called her to my room.There was silence. Her feet sported the obligatory towering black stilettos. Her bottle was Jaegermeister complimented by some cans of Red Bull. ‘You both look amazing!’ she excalimed. ‘So do you!’ replied Stephanie. ‘Yes. You look hot as always Noella’ agreed Jeanette. They stood on the pathway exchanging kisses before going inside, as Prue opened the door sporting a slim fitting mid length black dress with a black sheer over the deep V neckline . More kisses ensued as they entered the living room, Julia having.