After a few minutes I was feeling a little more normal. I called the accountant. We made small talk, and I doubt she had any clue that my body was beg...ing to stripped and lavished with kisses. Afterwards I went to file some stuff away into the office across from mine. I looked at the table and next to the filing cabinet and thought that it was the right height for me to sit on and have Mike sink his cock into me. My nipples were so hard they hurt. I wanted to be fucked so bad, that if he would. “Have you ever watched a man sucking and blowing a thick, ten-inch cock, Marcel?,” Stephen asks with a teasing smile. “If you return in an hours time you can watch me give Michael a blow job,” Stephen tells him.“Can I bring my friend Justin with me? I know he would like to watch.”“Are you fine with that Michael, would you like two twenty-year old boys to watch me suck your big cock?”“That would be most satisfactory, with Storm watching as well, I love sex with an audience,” I smile excited at. This evening had been a loss, anyway, a total disaster, and now it was obviously going to be amateur hour. "Sure, we know it." Play it, then," Jenny said."Oh, well, what the hell, we're getting paid for this," the lead guitar said.The band didn't know "Smoke-Filled Room" very well, and they were off key, but it wouldn't matter a whole lot, with some amateur singing. They swung into the opening strains, and the girl started to sing.She wasn't more than about five words into the song when the. “I’m glad,” she said. “I’ve only been work­ing here a cou­ple of weeks, but I’m re­al­ly glad to hear you say that.”“Do you want some­thing,” I asked.“Yeah,” she said.“What do you want?”Her hand squeezed my cock. “Well, I was won­der­ing ...”“You were won­der­ing what?”“I was won­der­ing if you want­ed to do some­thing else.”Okay, I’m not dumb, but re­al­ly, I had no idea what she was talk­ing about. “Some­thing else,” I asked.Her hand squeezed my cock. “You know,” she said coyly. “Some­thing.