Dave laughed and said, "Will half an hour be long enough." Long enough for what?" Pat asked, walking in wrapped in just a towel.We didn't reply, just ...miled. Pat asked if it was ok, that we went out for a drink. As she sat on my knee, I told her we were okay with the idea.Pat put her hand on my cheek and kissed me, then whispered, "Shall we give them a show, you haven't joined in yet?"The idea of me taking part was something we had talked about a while ago. Pat had said she wanted me to, but I. But on the other front, I had worn worse for my Friday night shenanigans."You look great!" Fran said as she met me outside the restaurant."I feel like," I said as I tried to pull on the tight shorts."I have seen you wear a lot worse," Fran said."Very true," I nodded."Like a lot worse!" Fran said as she looked at me."Okay," I responded.The truth of the matter is that I liked the outfit. I didn't like the gold lettering that was sprawled across my chest, or that the bottom of my butt cheeks was. “Anything?”, I questioned, “Y-yes.”, he answered, defeated. I grinned wickedly. “Alright, I will keep your secret, provided that you do anything that I ask of you.”, I said. He begrudgingly agreed, as he did not have much choice. My plan had succeeded. I told him to lie back, put his arms up, grab his headboard, and not to let go. He obliged. “Good boy.”, I said as I caressed his face. He smiled, awkwardly. I then moved my hand slowly to his crotch, caressed his balls, and stroking his shaft.. Honey, I also started emailing our friends, telling them what had happen. That is when I received a strange email from your old boss Ted. You remember him don’t you? He’s the one that threw that big annual steak fry for the company you used to work for a couple of years ago. You know, I always liked him and you told me he was one of the best boss’s you ever had. Well, he told me he was going to Nashville on business and would like to take me out to dinner. Adding maybe, he could help me figure.