Dark complexion and swarthy, of European descent. He had a ready wit, and a keen sense of humour. He was a fairly nice looking average guy that could ...be relied on for just about anything. He had done well for a young man just turning twenty-five. He owned his own machine shop and he had a few contracts. Enough work to warrant buying some CNC machine tools and taking the programming course. It was Manny who entered my office now. Obviously agitated, ‘Hey man, do you mind if I talk to you for a. Call me. I will be worried.”I called Morris who was on his way home from work. “Morris, I don’t know who they might be after so watch yourself. They know your car. Belinda won’t come until I tell her it’s okay. If you’re coming in, be prepared. I’m going to call John. If he’s home, he can back me up.”“Okay, Steve. Go.”I called John. “John, the people that had come after Belinda may be back. The van they drive is parked close to her building.”“Steve, we’re at the clubhouse. What should we. As he continued fondling my breasts, my hand lowered to his bulging member. I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his huge, erect cock. I massaged it with my hand; up and down. His heart was beating faster as I continued to stroke his cock. I then felt a hand sliding gently into my pants. He fingered me and massaged my clit so good, I had to hold in an orgasm. By this time his pants were at the foot of the bed, and mine were coming off too. I lay there in only my black lace panties and matching. "Awww", she teased and opened her arms up for a big hug which I loved yet didnt really want as I felt my dick getting harder. Its at this moment I realised you just cant turn it off. No matter how much I tried begging my penis to be normal, I was too turned on and boy did she realise it. "You have a hard on" she laughed once more. I turned away embarassed but her reaction comforted me. She was angry and provided she was a little drunk, her voice actually had a tone of exitement in it. "Its.