Now I felt truly naked. Finally, he said, ”I don’t know if it will work or not, but would you kiss my cock?”I didn’t hesitate.While I was slip...ing my skirt down and kicking it aside, Robert was standing and undoing his belt. He sat back down still wearing his white shirt but his trousers were around his ankles. I knelt in front of him and took off my sweater and bra while he watched with wild eyes. His shirt covered his privates so up until this point I still hadn’t even seen his penis. My head. In bed one night during that visit Catherine showed me an article in a French magazine describing the growth of swingers clubs throughout Europe but particularly in France and notably in Paris. If Catherine was giving me a barely disguised message, I was surprised. Our sex life had been satisfactory if not exceptional, In the way one is led to believe these things happen, it had gradually dwindled from early passion to comfortable routine. Perhaps because I had grown increasingly. Slid my pants off. There I was standing naked in my cousin’s apartment. My dick was hard. I’m 6 1/2 inches but standing with my belly hanging it looks smaller. “Pathetic,” she said again, “get down on all four and let me hear you oink a few times like a pig.” I got down on all fours and started oinking. My belly and boobs were hanging. She came over a gave my tits another squeeze. She gave my one of my nipples a good squeeze and a twist. It hurt with. I set the stage in slightly optimistic terms, trying to manage expectations about the coming quarters, and not just what we were there to report on. I introduced Fred Kreswick, our CFO, and he took everyone through two dozen slides that reported on our earnings, share price, trading volume, insider sells and buys, exercised options, and a whole raft of other statistics that various people thought meant something in the topsy-turvy financial world. Some of our colleagues were frequently called.