” My attention was more on him than on my driving, I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. I reached over and cupped his firm package through the thin ...suit material and felt the heat emanating from his cock and balls. At the stop lights, I leaned over and kissed him. He massaged my package as we drove along and if we had not been pressed for time, I would have pulled off the road and jumped him.Our tables at the trade show were across from each other so I could enjoy looking at him when I didn’t. It was cold as a meat locker on the floor this time of night.Some nights there was an entire team of cleaning people that came to her floor at night and sometimes there was only 1 or 2 people. She hoped that they would just come, do there job and leave, they didn't really bother her but, the sound of vacuum cleaners making noise and trash cans clanging as they were emptied bothered her a little.This one night she was a little surprised to see only one person on the floor, a rather large black. She dropped the top on top of her trousers on the stool and looked at me nervously, expectantly. I smiled. I couldn’t help but grin. She grinned back, her cheeks blushed.She didn’t move to remove her underwear and I didn’t want to push her. Suddenly I was scared this was all going too fast and that I could scare her. I nodded towards the cello “you play?”“No never” she rolled her eyes “You’re so silly, why do you think its there?”“That is sooooo cool!” I exclaimed excitedly. In my mind I was. This is all some sort of put on!”“It gets better,” I grinned. “Or worse, depending on how you look at it. I have seven kids, but only four of them are by my wives. And we all live together in Chicago.”“And mistresses?” she said, laughing harder. “This is all some male wet dream fantasy one of the doctors cooked up; I’m sure of it!”I pulled my wallet out of my pocket and took out the plastic holder with the photographs.“My seven kids and their four moms, plus the first mom’s wife.”She flipped.