I was feeling insecure with him, and his erect dick was disturbing me. We had our lunch, and post-lunch, Mithali left the office. Madhan and I inside ...the training room. I was getting ready to send a status email.I called Madhan near to me. I was talking with him on issues, and I disagreed with one point. He was trying to convince me, but I was not listening to him and moved my hands. When I was moving my hand, I touched his dick accidentally. His dick was hard, and our eyes were met.I was. ”“And if you don’t know, then you need to keep your options open. Don’t force things, Mike. That will only make things worse, and might ruin a beautiful friendship.”“Which is what our concern was before we went to Cincinnati last Summer. It almost happened when she had her accident. We’ve managed to get past all of that and get our friendship back to where it was.”“And now, in addition being afraid of doing anything to mess up the friendship, there is the question of biological children.”“Yes,”. “You’ll love this drink. It’s an original to the hotel.” Her eyes glistened while I spoke to her. In a very uncharacteristic move for me, I moved towards her place at the bar in order to engage her in some flirtatious conversation. As the bartender placed the drink on the bar in front of her, and she took it in her hands, we clinked glasses. “To the elegant grace and breathless charm you bring to this room,” I said in a velvety deep voice. The breathless charm alluded to the breathless way she. As I crooked my head down to say hello I was grabbed and hauled into the car, bundled awkwardly into the passenger seat as the car shrieked away up the road. I remember fear and being smothered in someone's clothes, my face pressed into a belly and my legs angled awkwardly in the well of the car. Someone slapped me repeatedly on the head. There were voices. Laughter. The squeal of tyres. The hysteria of a car zig-zagging back and forth round sharp corners.They parked up and shoved me out.