Thankfully, the company had learned from the previous year’s fiasco. The food had been bad enough that they’d stopped going super cheap on company... meals, and had found a caterer that seemed to do everything right. It wasn’t a proper family Christmas dinner, but it was as close as one could get on a mass catering scale. The caterer’s track record with good food was the tipping point that had convinced him to make the long drive to the Christmas party. The door prizes were nice - but a long shot.. I packed everything and started on to the Cabin. Around noon we came to a well traveled road as we turned right on it we began to meet people, They were walking or were in horse or oxen drawn carts.I was a bit confused... I knew this road shouldn't exist. I also knew we were less than a half mile from the cabin. Around the next curve ahead it should come into sight... We kept walking. When we reached the point that should have revealed my quaint cabin made by my dad's and my hands...I was. ” “I know. Still, it’s the thought that counts.” “If you were jealous, why were you so hard and aroused?” It was my turn to search her face for a moment, her eyes wide and guileless, genuinely interested in understanding how my conflicting feelings worked. “I don’t know, really. There is something intensely erotic about the idea of you making love to another man – about being a voyeur at the event, able to just watch what you do and see and hear how you react. Just as a fantasy, of course;. It must not chafe but it needed to stay in when the woman walked around. Some times a pair of latex pants would hold a dildo in but then the woman would not be able to walk normally, sexily.Oleg always said a girl should be able to walk into Miss Selfies with men wolf whistling, do a twirl and then blow the lot of them to dust.His dildoes were dolphin shaped. Thicker in the middle. Streamlined at the ends. Designed to stay in. Quite often he would test a new design by taking a girl on a bus.