Can't! Boxed in by Feely and Chris!

Feely and Chris moved over to the other side of the table and arranged themselves much as Kayla and Mat had been. I imagined what Chris must be feeling and Feely's thick round butt wrapped itself around his cock. Her skirt seemed to bunch itself around her waist like Kayla's had as she adjusted herself in his lap.

I sipped my cocktail and returned my attention to Glenn and sipped long from my cocktail. "This is an interesting evening," he said. He returned his attention to Feely and shifted his weight so he was leaning on his left arm. He had stabilized himself with his wrist pressing against my testicles, and his thumb pressing against my perineum and anus. To my surprise, my cock leapt at this contact. "Are you having an interesting evening, Feely, honey?"

I looked over. Feely's big tits bounced a little as she seemed to plop backward into Chris' lap. Consternation wrinkled her brow as she responded, "Yeah, and I think Kayla's going to be a really excellent addition to our office."

"Yeah," said Glenn as he pressed his thumb harder against my anus, "We are so very glad your girl Kayla is with us."

I wiggled my ass a little, actually enjoying the sensation, and enjoying the show Feely was putting on in Chris' lap, and enjoying the cocktail, which I took another long drink from before I said, "I'm double-glad. Girl could use a little spending money. Gotta buy a hot frame for that hot piece of art she calls a body."

For the next thirty minutes or so, Chris remained silent and mostly immobile except for running his hands up and down Feely's wide hips, over and sometimes even under her silky skirt. Meanwhile, Glenn did his damnedest to try to seduce me while I tried my damnedest to flirt without crossing two many lines. Feely participated surprisingly well in the conversation, throwing in snide encouragement and sneaking in dirty talk to Chris, including offering the tidbit that she "swallows every time."

I sinking deeper into character freely offered, "Girl, I consider it disrespectful not to."

Glenn fully cupped my balls in his hand and gave them a squeeze while flawlessly continuing the odd circular flirt, "I can't argue with that."

After another fifteen minutes, Kayla and Mat had still not returned, and it was nearly last call. Feely was still grinding away in Chris' lap when a bouncer approached and grabbed her by the arm. He leaned in and said something, but I only made out the word "go." She rose from Chris, and I swear he was zipping his fly when she came around the table to say to me, "Hey we should leave; let's see how Kayla and Mat are doing on the cab." Glenn patted me on the ass as I made my way after Feely and Chris. The bouncer stared us down with his arms folded while we left.