So we went to have some drinks in a small bar near my office.It was your generic little bar where middle-class people come to drink. The booze is not ...overpriced, the food is cheap, and nobody cares about the ambiance. After a few drinks, I was having a really nice buzz and major need to pee.I excused myself to the bathroom, completely unaware of what was going to happen there. The bar didn’t have a bathroom in-house. It was in the back detached from the main establishment. As I went in, there. She drops to her knees and gets to work. She licks up and down both sides of my shaft then expertly mouths almost my whole member, tongue out on the underside, wolfing it down and all the while looking up, she gives me another wink. She sucks one of her own fingers, then slides it down my shaft, past my balls, and pushed on my perineum. I gasp at the thrill through my core and feel my cock pulse. She takes almost as much cock down her hot tight throat as Camy. I rest my hand on the back of her. But I was involved in both competitive situations. My opinion is let them go. If they’re happy with Lone Star, great. If not, then we try to win them back.”“Do you want me to talk to them?”“If you want, but I don’t know that it will do much good.”“Then I won’t waste my time. Anything else?”“Some griping about the higher support costs, and some serious pushback on the cost of SQL Server and the hardware. We may have to make some kind of allowance there.”“We have to pay for both,” I said. “There. Gaping a massive hole in the crack of her backside. Seamen spend long hours at their station, standing, rocking to the ways of the ocean and that's a good thing. She wouldn't be able to sit comfortably for a week when I was done with her. I brushed her hair away from her ear, pulled down on her ear ring like a ding dong bell and said, "Are you a sailor?". "If you are my captain" She muttered already bending half way down groping me from on top of my pants. I kept pulling down on her earring.