All of a sudden I heard a shriek come from the closet. Don looked up, his hands falling away from his dick and his eyes full of fear that someone had ...een what he was doing. "Who's there?" he demanded. He got off the couch, walked to the closet and opened the door. There sat the two girls, Donna sitting wide-eyed and Cheryl grinning sheepishly. "What are you doing in there?" he asked. Cheryl spoke quickly. "We were hiding in here because Donna had never seen a guy's dick before." "We were. ‘Hey, Ralph. Get me a whiskey, neat, please.’ Sure thing, Mr. Richards.’ The bartender smiled and poured him a drink. Then he looked at the other man and asked, ‘Can I get you a drink, sir?’ ‘Yeah… gin and tonic…thanks.’ ‘She’s a hot little thing, isn’t she?’ Charles said slyly to Warren/Clark, who had not yet taken his eyes off Diana. ‘She sure is. How well I remember her! I used to date her about eight years ago.’ And I shouldn’t have hurt her the way I did… I was such a stupid asshole then…. Even as the last drops oozed out of the huge tip, I continued to stroke him vigorously. I only slowed down when his hand grabbed my arm and he told me that the sensations were so intense that I needed to stop. Despite what he said, I continued to very slowly milk his deflating cock. I pinched my fingers tight on the shaft and milked from the base up to the coronal ridge forcing a few more dribbles of semen out of his cock. The huge head was now a bright red and was literally the most beautiful. I was in two minds whether to go or not as I worked on the tills but inthe end decided to go.When I got to the interview I realised that I had served the woman whowas interviewing me earlier in the day. Her name was Natalia. Thismeant I knew what her taste in lingerie was and because I was wearing myname tag from work she knew that I knew what she had bought because Icould see she recognised me. This meant she felt more flustered andanxious about interviewing me than I felt about being.