Slowly I felt his feet climbing up my thighs and rested completely on my legs. I was breathing heavily but kept quiet and still. He then slowly pulled...me close to him, and hugged me tightly, where I could feel something very hard poking on my side. I knew it was his dick, by now I was excited and curious to know what next. Sensing no resistance from my side, he slowly lifted his lungi and brought my hand to his hard dick, which was throbbing and hard like a steel, smooth, long thick, and. Guess she was indeed looking out for my messages.Helga, my secretary / personal assistant / general lifesaver, came into my office and caught me smiling as I read Mel’s reply. “You’re looking unusually happy, Mike?”I grinned at her. Helga is a grandmother herself, and sometimes she likes to ‘mother’ me. She’s a jewel of a secretary who has saved me from countless mistakes; it’s either that she has an awesome intelligence service working for her, or has a sixth sense, but she’s given me a. So I fed my curiosity by peeking into the hole and what I saw made me blush like I never blushed before. All I could see was the gentleman’s massive shaft resting limp against his big ball sack. It was a marvelous sight to behold,the crotch area was well groomed,the cock seemed to be between the 9-10 inches in length and 4-5 in thickness while the balls were like two baseballs dangling below. All and all,I was almost breathless from looking at it. After a few seconds he put the toilet bowl seat. After that episode, it was difficult to turn or lean to my left side without a lot of pain. I started taking some pain-killers, but would not touch the hard stuff that makes you into a zombie.This flared up on me pretty bad about six weeks after I returned State-side. I was walking up the stairs of a subway exit in New York City and felt the same familiar stabbing pain in my back. It was really funny how I could not even stand up straight. I looked like a character out of a Dickens novel. I was.