I knew instantly that I was growing a lovely erection.Although it was only early November, my wife had requisitioned our kitchen to start her Christma... food preparations. The mincemeat was half made (I sneaked a tot of brandy as I passed through); the Christmas cake mix sat in a huge bowl on the table where I like to read the weekend newspapers; and a noisy electric mixer was pulverising numerous ingredients for the plum pudding.Scooping up our two miniature dachshund dogs from their bed in. "You ring in sick at monthly intervals as regular as clockwork. You've been late on several occasions. Don't bother to come back. You're sacked." You can't do that!" Yes, I can and I've just done it. Hop it, Diane." I'll tell my dad." Do that and if he's any sense he'll put you over his knee."Diane flounced out."Sorry to interrupt, Terry."Terry grinned. "That means I don't have to go into long explanations. Do you want to take her place?" You bet." Great! You're on."Ellie was thrilled. The only. Ialways figured he was a little intimidated by my job because he was oneof the few people that never wanted to hear any of my fire stories, andif the conversation ever came up about how cool I thought my job was hewas quick to change the subject.Anyway, it was late spring and we were out to a local bar/grill fordinner and a few drinks. Our conversation had kind of dried up becauseevery time I looked across the table his eyes were about two feet abovemy head watching the Red Wings playing hockey. Then he pushed his cock into my ass! I placed one foot over each of his shoulders and just laid back and enjoyed the feeling of his big cock sliding in and out of my asshole. He started to ask me how I liked his cock in my ass, and he called me Candy. I could tell he was getting off on pretending that I was some one else, so I played along with him. “Oh yeah baby, fuck your Candy’s ass!” He kept calling me Candy and telling me what a slut I was. I didn’t care who he.