. I don't actually have to pee.”The second floor was for H.R., Q.A., and sales. The first two departments were almost entirely staffed by women, and...our salespeople were hardly ever actually in the office; that made it so the men's bathroom there was a virtually never used. It was a running joke that it was where you could go if you needed some “alone time”.It never even crossed my mind to not join him, but I thought I should wait at least a full minute before following him. I didn't want to. Maybe it’s the beer. Or, maybe it his hand that has intermittently found its way to your thigh throughout the evening. The hand that has your thigh feeling very warm right now. “I’d like that.” you say quickly. “It sounds pretty big.” you add, and take a big swig of your beer. “Well, it’s getting late. Do you want to stop by and take a look…on your way home?” “Sounds good.” you reply. “Okay, then. Let’s go.” He takes the last of his beer in one drink then stands up. His hand slides up your. Most of them almost justifiably. And those two boys had been really busy over the last 20 or so years, too. There were hundreds of clients, therefore, hundreds of victims and hundreds of suspects. Interestingly, I never was considered as a suspect. When all of this had happened, well, shortly after Darrin had burned up, I was in Hawaii for a seminar that whole week. Hundreds of people saw me give my presentation. Won a fucking award for it, too.The upshot of those two unexpected and happy. One night I got off with her but apart from a passionate kiss that was it. We saw each other a few times but it took a weekend in an expensive country house hotel to get her to fuck. I'd just got a really nice car, and as we rolled up to the hotel we looked quite the up and coming young couple. She was a petite girl with the 80's big hair, shoulder pads and I would have had trendy chinos on etc so we fitted in well. The receptionist checked us in and when Danielle squeezed my dick thro my pants.