My freshman year I would pace back and forth in front of the box office of a gay cinema near my school , finally the guy in the booth waved me over on... afternoon. Once inside I grabbed a seat in the back row. A suited handsome mid forties white guy sat next to me cornering me in the isle. Dropping a meaty paw in my crotch he manipulate. My cock till it hurt it was so hard in my skin tight denim. Taking me by hand he guided me back to the men's room into a stall. Sitting down he worked my jeans. “Now, everybody, let’s get back to work. My husband is going to need a strong company to support him and his friends and the people he loves. I’m going to go to the HR department over there in that room and find out where Gail is,” Sasha took control.“She called this morning. Her little girl’s home puking,” Jos informed all of us.“OK, thanks for that Jos. Tasha is going to make plans for me and Mick’s wedding. Lissa I need you to drop the bachelor party and take over the plans for our. “You’re not getting paid to chit-chat.” Martha, our ever bitchy boss sat behind her small desk with her arms crossed, giving us all a cold stare. She had light brown hair that was tied up in a neat bun, and it was unfortunate that she had her arms crossed, since her tits were amazingly perky for how large they were. At twenty-nine, she would be a fairly attractive woman, except her face was always contorted into a fierce penetrating scowl. Honestly, I suspected she might be the secret Queen of. My lips and tongue explored his chest, tasting the slight saltiness of his skin and enjoying the goose bumps I was provoking while my hands slid into the waistband of his pants and shoved them off his hips and down to his thighs. Hardly recognising myself in the aggressive, self-assured person who now slid her tongue wetly down Carlos’s abdomen, tasting, stroking, teasing, I lowered myself to my knees and wrapped my hands around his shaft again. As my fingers stroked, and held, my mouth left a.