“I don’t feel like going back anyway. Let’s see if we can’t make an afternoon out of it. More drinks!” He stands but stumbles, sitting down ...gain momentarily while I double up with laughter. I watch him walk away. He looks over his shoulder and catches me watching, which makes him feign an exaggerated supermodel wiggle. I catch myself thinking that he’s absolutely perfect.“Not married then?” he asks on his return, handing me something that looks mysteriously like a long island iced tea. “Fox. He had hardly even slept last night, all he could think about was when he might get another chance to spank her. He had even stopped at the home improvement store to buy a thin, flexible dowel just in case he would have the chance to use it. Apparently he would get that chance much sooner than he had allowed himself to hope. If only she had been later, so he could use it longer.“Into my office.”Dan spoke with much greater authority this morning. He knew that now he was clearly in charge.“Get. Just like that channel that specialized in melodramatic original movies, about women who marry the perfect man only to find out he’s an abuser. Or that other network that made heartwarming original movies about big city career women who come back to their small town, only to fall in love again with the humble local boy they’d left behind.Yeah, there wasn’t anything so heartwarming or wholesome about what this network had to offer Emily and I for our afternoon’s entertainment.America’s Deadliest. The place was empty, and i just froze, staring at his boxer shorts through his still unclosed jeans. i really needed to see what was under those boxers, and i think he knew. he wrapped his hand around his cock through the boxers, and slid it just outside his jeans. his big hand didnt cover the length of it, and he had big hands!i mumbled something about it (can't remember - nervous!) and he walked into a cubicle. he didnt say a thing, but there was an understanding that i'd follow :). he was.