Back in my freshman year, long before the events of Beth and the prom, I was the worst kind of loser there is, the kind that’s convinced they’re c...ool. Despite the fact that I had very few friends and have never so much as kissed a girl, I still thought I was better then other people. There were a few moments in life here and there when some girls would show some interest in me but they were almost always fat. Later on in my life I have grown fond of big girls but then, I had no interest in. “I... I'm sorry, Sir, I...”“No you're not.” It was his turn to cut across her speech. She opened her mouth, stuttered, and failed as he rounded towards her. “You're not sorry at all. You're just scared for your job. The fact is, Veronica...” he strode menacingly towards her as he spoke, gaining on her no matter how much she retreated – until her back pressed tight against the wall. “You're a little cock-tease, aren't you?”She blinked, looking up at him and suddenly remembering just how tall he. We were all comatose for what seemed like ages. Finally the old gent stood up with difficulty. Pulling up his zip he tucked his now flaccid cock into his fly and buttoned his waistband.For the first time I heard him speak. “Well my dear that was a most interesting diversion for this boring journey, most interesting indeed”. He readjusted his fob watch that was dangling from his waistcoat, slipping it back into its pocket. As he did so he said” Thank you so much, that was lovely, I do hope your. He could have done it anytime, but he wanted Lily and I to witness it live, so we planned for it to happen when they came to our house for another a four-way tryst much like the first time. This time Charles and I ended the evening anally fucking our own wives as they knelt side-by-side on the bed. Charles came over the next day with a bottle of very old and expensive single-malt scotch as a thank-you present.Lily was gone with our son for Presidents Day weekend, and Charles and Linda were out.