From behind he pushed his dick against my face so I turned and started sucking and stroking his long robust dick. Suddenly he let out a loud moan and ...hot his load hard and fast to the back of my throat. With great disappointment I stood up but the curtain opened and it was his friend. He said nothing, he just grabbed my slim waist with his massive hands and pressed his short, fat cock against my modest seven inch dick. I could feel mine throbbing as he turned me and bent me over. Forcefully. One of the pool tables was vacant, so I fed it some quarters and racked the balls. I took a few shots and tried to relax. My aim was terrible and my hands shook.I had dressed for the evening in a black denim outfit; a tight-fitting western-style shirt and knee-length skirt. The shirt didn't need a bra, and I had decided on no underwear. The draft coming up my skirt from the fans on the floor was tingly and mildly erotic. I played for about an hour and gradually calmed. I began to sink my shots. I had just finished interviewing the only two people who were interested, and was on the telephone with Civilian Personnel asking for more. I got the usual reply. Pick the best one. I told them there was no best, just a least worst. They said I was stuck with them. Another waste of taxpayer money. Just before the end of the day, I got a rather frantic call from Tim, the assistant director of Civilian Personnel. It seemed that they had been amiss in helping out the local VA office in placing. Some shopping at the mall, I pinched her arm and we drove to the mall.This time my wife was not wearing stockings and garter. We went to the same shop and I asked the lady owner, if she had more professional looking business suits. With a smile she brought another suit. Vee tried it the skirt was even shorter and tight and jacket barely came to her butt. "Very professional,", Vee giggled to me and the woman, the woman smiled back "and very empowering". Vee, smiled at her and said, "Perhaps, I.