." he tried to explain but could not muster up the words.Mrs. Cole quickly closed and locked the door to the bathroom, "Joseph, we've got a few minute... before class. This is no time to play dress-up! We've got to get you dressed and ready for class!" she reached into her bag and pulled out a cosmetics case and handed it to him along with a brush, "Quick, put on a little make-up, brush your hair and get some shoes on while I run to the department lost-and-found to find you a blouse to wear!". So I agreed and crawled under her desk. Ihadn't realized until now, but she must have the biggest desk in thecompany, certainly bigger than mine, and probably bigger than thepresident. I guess the receptionist needs a big desk. I had no problemfitting under it, although it was dark under there and I couldn't find acomputer wire.Meanwhile Kathy was pushing me with her high heel. "I think it's in thatcorner," she said, although her heel gently nudged my crotch. Shecouldn't see in the dark. For a ‘church going man’ he looked like the typical used car salesman. We had a few glasses of wine and talked about what kinks we were into. He was into the idea of fucking a girl that had a small cock. This was pretty much what he got with me. I wasn't asking for monetary compensation. I only asked that he replace my stockings if he ripped the ones I had on. It's strange how lately, more and more religious guys like to engage in bisexual liaisons. Their wives just don't seem to give them. " Good," Jane replied before she showed Pola into the kitchen.Charles followed behind them before Pola motioned for Charles to take aseat.Charles sat down on the chair he had put out for Pola's use. While Polaand Jane continued talking, Charles looked around the kitchen that hehad spent so much time in recently, after only spending fleeting momentsthere for most of the time that he wore pants within the confines of thepenthouse.Pola ran her fingers through the strands of Charles's dampened.