Dropping my briefcase at my desk I headed down the hall to the men's room and picked a vacant stall at random. I closed the door, unbuckled my pants, ...nd quickly tugged everything down to my feet. As soon as I sat on the toilet I had my cock in hand, stroking it and fantasizing about the red-haired dancer who had teasingly brushed her ass against my balls for both dances. In no time at all I let a load fly, grunting as I aimed it into the bowl, then massaging the last drops out and rubbing them. Her boobs were like sucking a pair of dried peaches and felt so odd, but when she started to moan and groan, in a weird manner, it made me feel good”. “Was it probably because you felt that you had the ability to make her happy?” “Yes that was it. You are a very perceptive aren’t you?” She hugged me. I put my arm around her. I was aware of the fact that our boobs were touching each other and I like the feel. We just lied like that for some time. What she said next came as a surprise. “You know. Com)********************************************"So... are we going to do our thanksgiving tradition this year?" Jessica asked sitting across the table from Stacey, "Um sure, what tradition is that?" Stacey asked not really paying attention as she had her nose stuck in a book Jessica had made for her with the printings of over a dozen dolcett stories downloaded from the internet.Looking up at Jessica, Stacey could see she had a wicked smile on her face staring in Stacey's direction, turning. ” and dropped the weapon down, wedging my cock between the prongs, “Dick and two balls before I start over.” she planned, and pressed the rod against my shriveled shaft.I winced at the thought of getting my manhood zapped and did the only thing I could. I groveled and begged.“Damn it Jonesy!” I contested, “Please don’t do this!” giving her my best puppy-dog eyes, “I need that to work!” and cried, “Don’t make me a cripple dick!”She grabbed my chin and forced me to look at her. “I want to watch.