Yes Mr. Brown

A few minutes later you find yourself standing outside the door to his office, desperately trying to find some level of composure.

He knew I was looking, He KNEW..., fuck, fuck, fuck...what is he going to think?

That cock though, so fucking big...

Get a grip Alex, it was just two guys at a urinal, it happens, natural curiosity.

I mean, compared to mine...

Stop it, just go in there, he probably won't even mention it

Taking a deep breath, you knock on the door.

You are once more greeted by those deep, smooth baritones that make you quiver a little.

"Come in Alex"

You push open the door and step through.

Mr. Brown's office is massive, even bigger than your little apartment. In the central area two large desks surround a massive, plush leather recliner. A recessed computer screen can be seen sticking up from one while the other is littered with paperwork.

Across from the desks are two slightly raised areas. One contains a large table that could sit 6 executives. The other has two sofas around a glass coffee table next to a modern surround sound system.

The whole room is decorated in bright whites and dark browns giving it a crisp, clean look. You are definitely impressed.

Mr. Brown himself is casually leaning against the desk.

"Like what you see Alex?"

"It's so big" you say before you can stop yourself.

Mr. Brown lets out a hearty chuckle.

"Yes, I've often been told that"

He sits down behind the desk.

"Sit Down Alex, let's cover the basics".