Off to see the boss

Gunnar was able to make his way out of the produce section -- although standing around in the deli section posed its own problems. Maybe it was his imagination, but bosomy women seemed to be ogling the salami and bratwurst and all that in a way that seemed subliminally sexual. What was more, he had to wonder as more than one woman accidentally bumped back against him, her hand always just happening to come down and clamp onto the hidden bulge of his thick shaft, and then they would give a sharp little gasp and give him a furtive look somehow mixing fear and respect.

It was all in all a strange experience -- it even seemed that he could very easily have asked the sweet busty cashier for a date. But he got out.

Time was pressing. It did not seem to bode very well to him that his appointment with his boss, one Ms. Dufour Nichols, was in the middle of the afternoon ...