Mein unmittelbarer Vorgesetzter ist Mr. Beal. Er verlangt von allen in seiner Sektion, ihn so zu nennen. Er ist ein großer schwarzer Mann von etwa 35...Jahren. Als er mich vor fünf Jahren interviewte, sagte er: "Sie werden mich Mister Beal nennen und nur Mister Beal."Seitdem bin ich davon eingeschüchtert. Wir verstehen uns ziemlich gut, aber es wird nie etwas Persönliches besprochen. Er scheint im letzten Jahr etwas freundlicher geworden zu sein. Ich glaube nicht, dass es sicherer ist, ihn als. ..Dolores was stood on the table, red kitten heels, net bodystocking, cascading blonde hair and a sexy pout --me? I was uncomfortable--hot as hell in that room and she was making it hotter.Dolores was a fine piece of ass and she had certain attributes and abilities that went with the ass- hell, she could suck start a leaf blower and she'd give a proctolgist a run for his money. That girl's got skills. As she danced seductively on that table I didn't know where to put my eyes for one second to. He gave me a grateful sort of nod, and I left him to it to go back upstairs and shower and dress.By the time I got back down he'd finished eating and was lying down again, and he didn't stir as I made coffee and toasted a bagel and had my own breakfast. Then I sat down at the piano for my usual morning vocal exercises, holding it down to half-voice in deference to my snoozing companion but going through a full set. He was still sleeping when I finished, and I started to pick up the Tosca score. ”We’d seen each other naked our whole lives, but I’d never seen him quite like this, and I’d never seen any other guy’s dick (other than my dad’s, but that’s a story for another time) in real life. I felt myself getting wet.I quickly pushed my shorts and panties all the way off and turned to sit facing him, with one foot on the floor and my other leg bent, my knee resting against the back cushion. His eyes widened as he stared between my legs. I reached down to touch myself as I watched Jeff’s.