It was empty today since they already cleaned it up. We went into the middle room that had a large conference table and cushioned chairs, she pushed m... onto one and got on her knees to unzip my pants. She pulled my dick out from behind my underwear.She started to jerk me off then licked the underside from the middle to the head. It sent a shiver down my spine, it didn’t take much longer for her to start sucking on the head. I could tell she had to have done this before, suddenly she. The tears tugged at their heart strings, but it just wasn't enough. They both just left my room, and went to their own rooms. Of course, I immediately got up, and tried to talking to them. They wouldn't talk to me though. I went to bed in more tears, and I felt absolutely horrible. That night I didn't sleep a wink. The next morning, I got up, and they were both doing their normal Sunday morning things. Eating breakfast, watching TV, and everything else. I tried talking to them again though. I. “Alan?” Nothing. I kicked off my shoes and headed for his office. I knocked twice as I pushed the door open, only to find it dark and empty, the usually everglow PC cold and quiet on his desk. I couldn’t remember the last time I had seen that room as empty.It was strange. He was probably at the grocery store or something, I told myself. And it struck me that, for as long as we’d been together, I was surprisingly unaware of his daytime habits. He worked from home, and he loved his books, so to. Even the drinks are measured out and dispensed by a computer.I was only here tonight because there had been a problem with the computers. I've been repeatedly assured by the owner, Phil, that I am welcome in the club at any time. I knew that he was sincere, even if I'm not the kind of person that's usually admitted into this exclusive, upscale, yuppie club. The thing that amused me about the entire situation was that Phil wouldn't be caught dead in a club like this if he didn't own it. He and I.