See you next Friday.” It had a winky face after the message, and Harri gave another single knock as confirmation. Anal sex “Of course,” he finally said, placing one of his huge hands on Harri’s shoulder. “You’re looking pretty jolly already,” Harri commented with a grin. Saturday overtime would be hell. She opened her laptop case, beginning the process of packing up her things while thinking in relief about how she had just narrowly escaped a painful few hours with The Walrus—a nickname aptly given for both Mr Gordon’s classy moustache and his fondness for The Beatles. She didn’t discount the possibility that even a small guy could have a big dick like that, and she smiled shyly at a handsome jacketed guy who looked to be straight. “Suck it up,” she whispered to herself, and without a moment’s hesitation more, closed her eyes and slipped it into her mouth. “Now stop diddling about and let’s get some tequila in you.”
By the time the clock struck midnight, Patricia’s group of five were thoroughly drunk and squished into the back of a taxi headed for town.
