Everyone had been advised to dress in a country western style. I had picked an outfit for that evening but wearing while Tom was not there to see it w...as a bit of a let down.I have given a nickname to that look in jest "my ready to ride or be rode outfit" I did not know how true that would be. I had on a long tight brown suede like skirt with matching jacket. I had on a leopard print blouse which opens in the front and reveals the shape of my breasts. That was for Tom's benefit but I could hide. That area was one at which I never excelled and often fell flat on my face. To be honest, I couldn’t get a girl to save my life, no matter what I tried. I was not the most handsome man in town, nor did I look like the back end of a mule. At an age of 26 my body was nothing to be admired or seen on the cover of a magazine, but I tried to stay in relatively good shape. Some may have said I had a few pounds to lose, but I was happy, and the fact I was no sumo wrestler made me more comfortable in. As I sat there watching this, I noticed the manager sitting next to me had unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock and was stroking it. He looked over at me and said hey it's okay, nobody can see us in here go ahead and lower your pants pull it out and stroked it while your wife gets massaged. As you can see I am already doing it, so join me. I looked over and he was stroking this huge cock, and even though I'd never been with a guy before. Looking at it fascinated me and he could tell I. On the seventh day the front gate announced that Colleen Bell was at the studio and wishing to see me. ‘Might as well hear all the demands that Abby wants to make against me,’ I thought as I waited for Colleen to arrive at my office suite. Somewhere deep inside my wounded ego, I felt a bit buoyed knowing that she would soon be in my office.I felt a quiver of life in my heart when Colleen swept in like a cyclone, all heels and hose, hair and briefcase. She was dressed for power and stormed in.