“So, only ‘liberal’ from the perspective of these clergymen, oui?” Fleur asked as she now focused her tongue on the head of my prick.“Yes, a...d those of their demented ilk,” I snorted while drinking some more cognac that she offered me.“They all just need to get their dicks sucked in public. Where they can’t pretend that they’re not being sucked. And half of them by men, since probably half of them are secretly gay, oui?” Fleur winked at me as she proposed such a radical solution.“I can. Someone removed my earplugs and John said somethinglike this. "When you're with me and my friends your job is to do whatyou're told and say nothing. Any failings will be punished." I noddedmutely.I'd fantasised about situations like this but never dared to experiencethem. At that moment I remembered the stories I'd posted on fictionmania.What if he'd read these tales of total submission and (gulp) breathcontrol? He'd only have needed to search on my name and he'd know mydarkest fantasies.. " During the rest of the concert I watched her, all prim and proper on stage and thought about what she'd said. About her wet panties. She pressed her card into my hand and told me to meet her in thirty minutes. Even tough I was a somewhat shy virgin, I was still excited that anyone would want me. I took a chance for once in my life and called in sick after lunch. I didn't resurface for two days. I was eaten, screwed, my orifices inserted with pleasurable objects and kissed all over a million. God, what a pathetic pair. I have this evil little plan that one day I'll force them to BOTH get naked and make out with each other on the office floor while me and the boys watch and jeer. I consider doing it now, the boys ARE watching all this, but decide there isn't time. Nearly lunch. I do however make Cynthia reach in between his legs, fondle his cock and his balls a little. Really funny sight that is, as you can imagine, and me and the guys laugh like crazy.I order Gerald to go crouch.