..MY BOSS SHOULD BE OK,IVE BEEN TOLD HES CALLED CHARLIE ADAMS.aLEAST THEIR WIKL BE SOMETHING TO LOOK AT EACH DAY,SOMEONE TO POUR COFFEE FOR.THIS WAS G...ING TO BE A GOOD DAY,I JUST KNOW IT.I SAT AT MY DESK WAITING FOR MY TELEPHONE TO MAKE SOME KIND OF NOISE..BUT NOTHING,SO I TOOK A WALK,TRIED TO LOOK BUSY EVENTHOUGH I REALLY DIDNT KNOW WHAT I WAS DOING.EVERYONE WAS BUSY AT THEIR DESKS,SOME DIDNT EVEN BOTHER TO LOOK UP,GUESS I HADBETTER GET BACK!!UPON RETURNING TO MY DESK,I HEARD A YELP FROM HIS. “Oh yeah baby, this is a real cock, a man’s cock, not like that little faggot dick your husband has” Derrick laughed and said “and mine is even bigger than Terrance here” they both laughed and Derrick was now completely undressed and had his huge cock in his hand, he had to have been 9” or more, but thinner and curved.He walked up to my wife, now both of them standing on either side of her, she squirmed and turned her head but Terrance grabbed her by the back of the head and put his cock up. "I'll have no more of this nonsense, Lady Margaret!" I told her at once. Em looked at me sheepishly."I just can't do it Jill, can't we try the turkey baster, please?" You will do it Em, Mark is so right for this, and from now on you'll do exactly as I say, no questions, no protests!" Yes Mistress," said Em, reluctantly.I quickly stripped of my suit and joined Lady Margaret in bed. We kissed and I let my hands roam over her familiar curves. After a while she moaned softly to the touch of my. That and I hoped to get laid, of course.Well, we had been in Amsterdam for three days and had been having apretty great time. Naturally, we had gravitated towards the "CoffeeShops" and the relaxing pleasures of smoking what back home would beillicit substances had made us quite lethargic to anything else thecity had to offer. Still, the parks and canals of Amsterdam made it avery nice setting for such chilling out. The one thing, however, thatnone of us were getting was any pussy.One night we.