They all had a good laugh as I walked out of the office, wondering, "What the hell happened?" It was a good old boy club and I was not a member.Needle...s to say, everyone dumped on me, but I stayed non-confrontational. Now I would send a reminder sixty days out and if I got a "fuck you" e-mail back I would start the order process. I took the extra time to set up tracking and even made contact with suppliers. At thirty days out, I would contact the supplier and ascertain if the order had been. Sackings were on the cards and Mario knew that his would be the first head to roll. He stood outside the door for a moment, screwed up his courage and knocked. There was no response. He knocked again. The door opened. ‘Hello.’ ‘I’ve….’ Mario cleared his throat. ‘I’ve brought the sales figures for you, Mr. Grainger.’ ‘Ah. Yes. Thank you.’ Mario handed over the papers and stood hesitantly waiting. Grainger casually threw the computer sheets onto a table and strolled across to the window. ‘A. Well built and handsome, he had always had great success with women. His bitches always looked great and were raving about his beautiful cock. I was going to taste it soon enough. After all, he was a friend of mine and would never open my ass against my will.For days I looked for a chance to ask him for his cockseed. Finally, a day we were hanging out at his place, I did. He froze with surprise. I was afraid he was going to beat me up instead of feeding me his rod, but he didn’t. I started. “Sara stop.”She froze.“Before you lick my cock clean, I want you to wipe it over your face and hair. I want you to wear my cum on you. Touching my cock will make you very excited, make you want to cum very badly, but you are not allowed to cum. Do you understand?”“Yes, Master. I will wipe your cock over my face and hair. I will wear your cum on me. Touching your cock will get me very excited, and make me want to cum very badly, but I am not allowed to cum. Master, may I beg?”“Yes, you may beg,.