Emily stroked her hair, and basked in the afterglow of the orgasm. Mr. Owens put his pants back on, adjusted himself in the mirror and somehow looked ...ike this afternoon had passed as just another day at the office. He walked over to the bar in his office and poured himself a scotch. He left Emily and Tiffany on the couch while he headed over and sat behind his desk checking a few e-mails. Emily and Tiffany finally gathered the strength to get up and get their clothing. “I’m sorry sir, I’ll be. No way, will I let you go without. Why don't you watch? You might find it fun. Who knows, you may even like girls too." Not likely with this equipment down here available to me. But I'll watch anyway. I don't want anybody stealing my guy, especially when I can prevent it."That last remark would have normally irritated me, but with Angie, I felt good that she felt that strongly. Angie was a great fuck, and since that first time, she went out of her way to make me feel good whenever we screwed.. ” My outburst shocked me. I took a breath and calmed. “Her boss is a woman.”“I’m not saying she’s a slut.” Francis stared through the windscreen. “But look at the mess out there. And give it a few hours and it will be carnage. A hot girl like Semra is going to have a load of men drooling all over her.”“I trust her.”“I trusted my ex,”“You just haven’t met a good woman yet.” I patted his knee like a father would his child. “Your time will come.”My phone suddenly vibrated. A picture was waiting on. One after another, they revealed muscular chests and six-pack abs. Shoes and socks came off, discarded wherever each man was standing. Then, jeans started sliding down.Pablo’s boxers went down with his jeans, revealing a slightly above average cock, which was hard and bouncing with his heartbeat. The catcher Steve was next, and his cock was just as big. The rest came down near simultaneously. Some were average and some were bigger. Not a one of them was small.The center fielder - whose name she.