I had rung in earlierto Madeline, my part time secretary (Mabel was on leave),to leave some of the files I might need on my desk before shewent off. A...out 8pm, I returned to my office, it was empty,I had checked. I made myself a coffee, and prepared a longnight ahead. At around 10 pm, I was pissed when I realizedthat one of the important files was not to be found when Iheard that the office main door was opened. Some sales chapcoming back for a last minute prep, I supposed. I did notbother to. " I did too," Colt said. "It's going to be hard to ever trust a bitch everagain. I still feel so bad about that for all y'all. I was total andcomplete asshole but I've learned."Kris laughed while pulling into the crowded parking lot. "I'm shocked youdidn't bring that one girl home and fuck her." I wanted to," Colt laughed. "Boy did I ever."We ran into the crowded restaurant and were seated in the back corner. Weordered drinks while looking over the menu. After our drinks arrived, weordered a. Because of the aura of men as a masseur, I devoted my practice to mostly women. Also the men who wanted a massage from me usually were gay or at least bi-curious. It was awkward for me as well. Most of them were looking for some sort of sexual massage, and if I was going to give sexual massages, I certainly didnt feel like beginning on men, either then or now. Through the years while these women were coming to me and telling me just about everything in their lives, I came to know them better. She hugged me tighter and again, with what felt like a sense of urgency, she crushed her tummy on my now throbbing cock. “Huh? What? No!” Part of me wanted to pull my hand away as if scalded, but most of me did not. I settled for loosening my grip. “Thanks for the warning! Uh … was it a warning? Should I move my hand?”I felt her tension evaporate and then she nuzzled and kissed my neck while wriggling her breasts against my chest. “I wasn’t complaining,” she said. “You can leave it there as.