I could look around and see a lot of them with their cocks out stroking them. My hubby would then slide his hand up under my skirt and start rubbing m... pussy. There was no mistaking what he was doing and the cock stroking would get faster after a few minutes of this my hubby began to unbutton my skirt. He would do it a little at a time and slowly draw it open exposing more and more of my legs each time. He would open it up to about the last two buttons, at which time a little of my pussy would. " Tough my man. This came straight from the CEO. He was at a meeting of one of his civic groups and someone commented on the fact that he had no minorities in management at any level in his company. Now he can say he has." Well you can tell the asshole that I'm shooting him a memo on this and putting him on notice that I'm not going to be held responsible when my department goes to shit." All that will get you is "You are a manager, so manage. If you can't, we will get some one who will." I. Watford unbuckled the belt of my trousers and was reaching for the zip when I suddenly grabbed the front in a panic."No. No" I said, "I can do it myself. You don't have to help me." Don't be silly," he said, "we're both men. What are you worried about."He was about to find out as he dropped my trousers to reveal the mauve silk and lace panties, matching garter belt and beige nylon stockings that I wore."Ha Ah! So Sir likes to wear petty things I see. A secret crossdresser no less," he smirked.I. I'm going to have to ride herd on it until it is done." Damn it Harold, you can't do this to me again. That damned job had interfered with our last four vacations, six of our last seven anniversaries and caused you to forget every one of my birthdays for the last ten years. You owe me this weekend Harold, you owe me and I want it!" Be reasonable Betty Ann. If I pull this project through on time I'm almost a shoo in for Benson's job when he retires." Is that what this is all about? Making points.