"Hi, I'm Gerry; you must be our special guest, Gennie?"His voice was as perfect as he was. All I could do was blush and wonderwhy I was so fascinated ...y this "man" in front of me. Talk about addedconfusion, here I was a totally heterosexual male (I know because I keptreminding myself), dressed as a little sex kitten, checking out thephysique of another man. I knew I was not gay but had this beautiful manoffered me a kiss right then I think I would have enthusiastically notonly accepted but. Then of course they all wanted to pose that way with my almost visible cock inches from their mouths.Two can play that game so we walked to a place a little more concealed. I gave the camera to my wife and got next to Diane. I lifted her top and sucked her nipple into my mouth then placed my hand directly on her pussy. That thin wet material did little to protect her pussy from me. I worked a finger part way into her slit, enough to touch her clit anyway. As I suspected the rest of the girls. I cuddled her and hugged her tightly as she fought to control the waves of pleasure that were breaking upon her.There was a slight movement behind the office door as I thought that someone attempting to peak in. I kept on cuddling my minx as I discretely checked my cctv camera outside my office. The monitor showed Veronica Ming, another voluptuous creature from the HR peeping in through the door with one hand inside her panties. Her skirt was hiked up and the cctv which was behind her showed a. "What the hell ... excuse me, Sir..." Jack turned to Deuce Hartwell, blushing at his close call with swearing in this business environment with people he had only known for more than a few minutes. Recovering quickly, Jack continued. "What do we need with glamour shots, and how do OUR pictures figure into a web page for pizza?"Deuce Hartwell laughed outright at this. "Pal, you obviously don't understand our business model as fully as you will need to before the week begins. That is why you are.