”There was silence. No one moved. No volunteers. Chloe turned to the middle-aged man. “Harry, you first.”Harry had somewhat of a pot belly, w...ich he concealed by wearing untucked shirts that tented over his belly. All eyes turned to him. The peer pressure of nine silent, watching colleagues was too much. He stood up. He took off his shoes and socks. Then his shirt. And then his trousers. He remained in boxer shorts, with a large belly looming over. He kept his eyes on the ground.“You. Feel free to use me as a reference,” I offered.“Anyway, the reason I called was to find out if you know of anyone who grows mushrooms commercially, especially organic ones. We have all those tunnels just sitting there, and I thought we might put them to use making money for us,” I suggested.“You’ve got miles and miles of tunnels,” he gasped. “You could supply tons of mushrooms.”“Unfortunately, nobody here knows the first thing about mushrooms except not to eat the ones that grow in the lawn. I. I rock back and forth so you lick my balls, my penis, my balls, my ass. After I do this a few times I stick my now hard dick into your mouth. As you suck the tip three inches I lean forward and gently bite your big girl-clit gently. You seem to like this but there is something else I want. I pull your shoulders so your head is off the end of the cushion. I feed my now-hard prick deep into your throat. First I saw slowly in and out, out to the tip, deep into your throat, and back. While this. “So what are we going to do?” she said. “I offered to do him and he even turned that down. That in spite of the fact that his dick was as hard as a tree trunk. I could see the bulge in the front of his pants quite plainly. He wanted me, no, make that he desperately wanted me; but his pride, ego, macho manhood whatever, got in the way.”“I just don’t know at this point. Someday we have to try again. But when ‘that’ someday will be; well, I just don’t know,” he said.“If I’d been physically strong.