I used to go for a coffee at the bistro opposite when I left the canteen.One day, on entering the establishment, I hear Mr. Gantz, my boss, hail me "Put your order in my account and come and sit with us." ". He is seated at a table with a man of the same kind as himself, in his fifties, tall, hair starting to turn gray. But the stranger is thinner, more distinguished too, with an angular face and a large nose. He wears an elegant Prince of Wales suit in gray and blue tones and a beautiful burgundy tie.When I sit down at their table, my coffee teaspoon falls to the floor. I bend down to pick it up and there! I almost come face to face with the stranger's bare feet! Nothing turns me on more than man's feet. Especially when they are like these, tall, 45 at least, and in thin black socks that let the flesh appear through transparency. I would like to smell and lick these feet which I guess are very fragrant. But that's obviously out of the question. And so I straighten up.M. Gantz introduces me to Maître Pinasse. I know him by name because he is the lawyer of the company. Mr. Gantz specifies that he also took care of his divorce.The conversation focuses on the wife of Maître Pinasse, who is also a lawyer, when Mr. Gantz exclaims “Nice ass! ".For a moment, taken aback, the lawyer and I realize that M. Gantz's remark does not concern Mme Pinasse but a young man who has just entered to buy cigarettes.Maître Pinasse raises his eyebrows, which he has very thick: "Yes, if you say so." " Mr. Gantz, astonished:" You don't think so? " Master Pinasse, hesitating:" The men…. it's not my thing. " Mr. Gantz, insisting:" It is not forbidden to enjoy, though. " Master Pinasse, annoyed:" Not me, I am strictly heterosexual. " Mr. Gantz incredulously," Come! That does not stop ! "Maître Pinasse, obviously impatient to close the discussion: “Being neither homosexual nor bisexual, this kind of thing leaves me cold. Note, that I have nothing against homosexuals and bisexuals. " Mr. Gantz cash instantly and does not insist.As we return to the office after having greeted Maître Pinasse, Mr. Gantz mutters “A good lawyer, Maître Pinasse, but his ideas are a little too strong. He deserves a little lesson. " A month later, at the stroke of noon, M. Gantz pokes his head in my office" I am bringing you to lunch with Maître Pinasse. ".I am surprised because the boss has never done me such an honor.A moment later, we arrive in a small country inn. The room is empty. Mr. Gantz and the owner appear to be longtime friends.When Maître Pinasse arrives, carrying his handsome Prince of Wales, M. Gantz and I are already seated, with our backs to the audience. Maître Pinasse sits in front of us.Nothing to say about the meal: scallops, duck breast, rum baba at the end. All washed down with a good burgundy.The conversation, in which I hardly participate, revolves around current issues. She pauses for a moment when a gorgeous blonde crosses the room. The woman is all in red. Red the tight mini dress, red the stiletto heels, red the tights, red the frame of the glasses and, of course, lipstick. To top it off, her blonde hair forms a mane that reaches her lower back.As the creature in red passes us, it seems to me that his face reminds me of someone. Maybe Lucie, one of the canteen employees. As she settles down at the back of the room, I no longer see her. But I notice that Maître Pinasse, who faces his table, gives him a lot of glances.We've just finished dessert when Mr. Gantz turns to me, “It's time you called the accountant. I want the problem to be fixed today. ”He hands me an envelope. “I have prepared the argument for you. I count on you to follow it to the letter. You go to the back room and take your time. " I get up table without understanding anything that happens. I am in daily contact with the accountant and we have no problem! Also, the boss is usually not interested in accounting.In the back room, I open the envelope and find a note written as follows: 1 - You go to the ladies' bathroom, condemned cabin 2 - You put on the wig, the glasses, the lipstick and the dress3 - You wait and you do what you have to do 4 - When you have finished you bring back all the equipment INCLUDING THE CONDOM THAT YOU MUST USE.I COUNT ON YOU The ladies' toilet cubicle marked with a "CONDEMNED" sign has no light. I have to leave the door ajar to undress, put on the dress, put on the wig and the glasses. I take this material, along with a condom, from a plastic bag on the sink.I'm done putting on lipstick when I hear high heels approaching. Through the half-open door, I see the woman in red from behind. She stops in front of the cabins. On my right, a ray of light seems to come out of the partition. I pay no attention, too distressed by the presence of this woman. I close and lock my door very slowly. After a moment that seems endless to me, I hear the sound of high heels moving away.Relieved, I am interested in the ray of light coming from my right.This is a hole of about ten centimeters made in the partition. As I bend over, I see through the opening a hand holding a tapering foreskin from which a jet of urine emerges. Under the cock, a pair of balls that take the cool. The pants are in Prince of Wales check. Master Pinasse!Master Pinasse shakes his tail to drain it. Then, instead of putting it away, he keeps it in his hand and turns to face the hole. I step back. The cock, long and thin, is soft. Master Pinasse waves it from right to left, while his balls are bobbing around. In a low voice, he asks: "Do you want me to come my darling?" ".I don't answer.On the other side of the hole, Master Pinasse's big nose replaces his cock. I step back again. I see his lips whisper "Don't you want me to join you?" "I don't answer.On the other side of the hole, Master Pinasse's big nose is replaced by his cock. He asks: "Are you still here? I saw your lips » I still do not answer.Then the cock and balls go through the hole, ending the ray of light.Kneeling, I take the cock between my fingers. It begins to harden. I pull on the foreskin to retract it. In the dark, I can't see the acorn. But when I take it between my lips, I feel it is plump. While it swells in my mouth, I run my tongue over the meatus to enjoy it. This acorn tastes slightly of piss, but the dominant scent is that of semen. To believe that Master Pinasse has just masturbated.The lawyer seems to appreciate: "Eat my acorn well my dear. Yes with your tongue it's good my sweetie. I would like to sniff his feet, get drunk on their scent and lick them. But in the present situation, it is excluded. Besides, Maître Pinasse has other concerns: “Suck me now. Take it well in your mouth. ".The penis is now very hard. To push it down my throat, I push my head toward the bulkhead.Master Pinasse's voice is hoarse "Yes it's good." Suck me good. And stroke my balls. » I do so with difficulty, because my head hitting the partition, I can not take the full length of the penis in my throat.However, Maître Pinasse is satisfied: “Yes, it's good! Jerk me off at the same time. Yes, like that, faster. ". I have the impression that he will not be long in com ...

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