I was happy to see that there were quite a few women too, always a good sign of a decent establishment. Bambi and I sat there sipping our champagne, w...atching the strippers, observing the crowd, and whispering funny comments to each other. Aside from Bambi making lewd comments about women she thought I might like to fuck, we also enjoyed a good laugh about what we saw going on around us. --- “He’s touching my leg!” Bambi whispered to me with a gasp. I was about to stand up to see what was. My next week was tied up with work, and I found out on Tuesday that early Wednesday I would have to fly to one of our other Sales Manager's districts for a couple of days to conduct a few minor policy change meetings with our field agents there. Freddie (the Manager I was filling in for) was off on a lovely week long company paid seminar in a swanky flash hotel right on the beach on Maui ... lucky bastard.In a fit of efficiency, I finished up all of our necessary business up there a full day. You won't mind if I partner with him, will you?" No, I don't mind. I know how important your tennis is to you. We can still practice though, right?" Sure. No way I'm going to practice any less now. He probably won't call, so I want you sharp for next week. Ron said I played real well against the Edgar's. I told him how long you've been playing, and he was impressed that you've gotten so good already."Brenda was in a good mood after talking with Ron. I wasn't in as good a mood. I really did. “Do you think about me touching you? Do you think about me naked?”“Do you think about your big cock inside me?”“Do you think about us making love? I do.”“What?”“It’s not just men who can make themselves feel good, I do it as well.”“Really?”“Really, and when I do I think about you.”She walked over to the sofa, sat next to me and put her hand on my knee. I jumped slightly, she lifted my chin and looked into my eyes“If you want to find out what else I think about you’d better come with me.”She.