....and how much more of a fag you become each day." He smirked at mydeep blush."Every day I want a picture of how you've done.....Penny has my number..."With that he finished his beer and left, leaving me shell-shocked andpainfully hard. I so desperately wanted release so I knew I would be doingexactly as he commanded. I realised at that moment that I had not playedwith myself for four months....I was so horny I would do anything. WhenPenny returned I had to asked her for Masters phone number.. I almost begged him to do it, but I was trying to remain patient. I needed to let him go at his speed as much as he needed to let me go at mine. In truth, I didn’t want to wait. I wanted all of him right then. Eventually, he turned me around and bent me over his bed. I spread my legs apart and reached back to spread my cheeks. His face was already there, his tongue on my quivering hole. At some point, he had retrieved the lube, because he backed out his tongue and I could feel his first. "The man said "Hi. You're Steve, aren't you?"I replied, "Yes," and he continued, "I'm Murray Feldman, Mr. Forsch's deputy. Come with me and we'll go to his office."He led the way back outside the building to a large, black Chevy sedan at the curb and we both got in the back seat of the car.Murray told the driver, "Rodger, please take us back to the office." We drove about four blocks, pulling into a parking garage that was underneath a building. We got out of the car, and Murray turned to me. For a while, we sat waiting for our food without talking, simply sipping on our drinks. Finally, I decided to ask a question Id had on my mind. What are you going to do about work while youre here? I asked, watching him drain the final bit of water from his cup. I wanted to ask you yesterday, but you seemed to like staying on the other side of professional talk. He set down the cup and tilted his head, looking at me. Is that what people are wondering? If Matt Ringler is leaving Hollywood not to.