Whats that? I asked. Well…if a guy sticks his dick in a girl, hes fucking her. But whats it called what youre doing? Craig said. Same thing dude, yo...re getting fucked right now! – Is that okay with you? I asked. Its great cuz Im gonna cum! – Im gonna cum! – Here I go! – Yeah! Im Cumming! – Im Cumming! He said I just kept on hammering as Criag cam with his hand on the handle bars, and my dick slamming deep into his butthole. When he got to that jerking and shaking part of his orgasm, Craig. “Inviting, you might say. I expect you’ll accept the invitation shortly.” “If that’s what you want, Boss, “ I said happily. “Pick up that paddle, Hans,” he said, gesturing to the table, “and lay it hard on this insolent bitch’s backside. You’ll see two red roundels already there. Kindly overlay them precisely.” “Sure, Boss,” I said as I picked up the paddle. It’s a meaty thing with a flexible handle. Half an inch thick. Must hurt like hell! I saw the two bright red roundels and also saw. But instead of retractinghe leans backwards, giving my finger more room. I decide to listen to hisbody and caress his tight hole more.His breathing turns into moan after moan. His head is thrown back and hiseyes stare into infinity.He then makes a sound I'll cherish forever. He first tries to stop it. Ihear the sound in this throat until he opens his mouth again. "ah!" heexclaims.It feels as if his entire body is pulsating. A small explosion in my handtells me he is orgasming. His hips force. Just don’t get cute, or you could really mess things up.”I nodded and didn’t reply, because Howard was alluding to the fact that a lot of people owed me favors of one sort or another, and he knew as well as I did, that I was going to call them in.We finished our lunch, shook hands, and I left Great Lakes to head back to the office.January 25, 1997, Chicago, IllinoisWhen I arrived at Bucktown Bistro on Saturday morning for breakfast with the men, Howard pulled me aside.“The emergency meeting is.