She also knew that I was not being sexually satisfied by him and that I was quite frustrated. She was very open about being bisexual and she would t...ell me about her adventures with guys and girls from time to time. Speaking frankly, it would turn me on but I never told her how I felt. One night we went out to this bar just to blow off some steam after work and we drank way too much so we took a taxi back to my house. She had parked her car by my house but she was too drunk to drive home so. Sheila had selected a dark charcoal skirt suit and a red silk top for me to wear. I knew I looked good, so confidence was easy. With my now usual three inch heels, I was at least an inch taller than Mr. Swenson. He tried very hard to stand straighter and look down on me, but physics was against him. He was also uncomfortably close, which ruined any attempt at dominance posturing. With the much taller Lars, Mr. Swenson would have known better than to try, but I was a girl. Silly boy.The clutch. I struggle to contain a moan of loss as he pulls out right before I get off. Thank god our friends are exceptionally oblivious, or else I’m sure they would have noticed I start walking away, looking over my shoulder and make eye contact with my man, as I slip into the bathroom. A few minutes later, just as I’m sure he is about to not show, he eases open the door. I drop to my knees, and fish out his cock before going to town on him, slurping at his man meat. I stare up into his eyes, as I deep. Now, at the time, I was a virgin, but knew enough about it to keep up. Then they started betting on how big my dick was, which made me a little uncomfortable. I told them that they would have to guess without seeing it unless they were willing to go the whole nine yards.Dianne guessed about 7 1/2 inches and Laura guessed 8 1/2. Now this confused me. Not because they were far off, on the contrary, it's 8 inches. What confused me was how they guessed almost on the spot. I told them that they were.