I went to greet him and he embraced me tightly. The four of us fussed around each other for some time, almost completely forgetting our kneeling toy. ...ventually I took James to him and watched as James inspected him. Poking his sagging belly, squeezing his flabby arms, all the while shaking his head. "This is James, Michael," I announced. "He is going to be your trainer. In case you hadn't worked it out Marcus is your tailor, and Jennifer your beauty therapist. I say they are yours but of. "So, tell me, honey. What, exactly, did you mean when you said that we're just going to have to find a way to work around them?" "Basically, I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm just going to have to allow you the time to do whatever you need to do to deal with those rather perverted narcissistic tendencies of yours." "You do know what that entails, don't you?" "Yes." Gale indignantly snapped. "I most certainly do. "For your information, I am no where near as na?ve as you seem to think. ? Rather, she walked into my office a week ago.? I knew we were hiring an intern, but this was not what I had expected.? This girl was practically a walking fantasy:? her blouse clung to the soft curves of her breasts, her skirt slid up her thighs with each step.? She smiled at me, and I just blankly stared, before recovering and taking a glance up and down her body and introducing myself.? As I spoke, I couldn’t help but notice the stiffness of her nipples through her top, and the glimpse of. His movement was all wrong! Horribly wrong! He could feel his hips swingfantastically from side to side with each step, and his ass seemed to bebouncing! Hiking the remnants of his pants, realizing at that instantthat there was a whole lot more space inside his belt, he quickly tookthe remaining steps and looked at himself in the mirror. His pants were beyond hope, that much was certain. He couldglimpse the skin of his upper legs thru the rips, rips that extended allthe way to his belt.