DICK STRETCHERS 3 (conclusion--slow, no sexual descriptions really, sorry)

Story by misfit446

This is the final chap of this series. I'm trying to clean out the backlog and found this with several pages already written. So I finished it. There is no sex scenes (handjobs yes)but hopefully those interested will read it anyway. Now I can continue with the others.

DICK STRETCHERS 3

Mack entered the establishment and met up with Alexa who smiled brightly. “Where’s Allie?”

“She’s getting us some lunch,” Allie offered brightly.

“Oh, okay. I’ll be in my office.”

“Sure.”

Mack past the yoga room and saw a beautiful bounty of ball dragging, big cock women working on their exercises. She smiled knowing she was doing the right thing. Closing the door to her office she sat down wearily, having spent over three hours with her lawyer about the assault case.

She opened the weekly schedule on her computer and sighed. This was payday for her employees. Lot’s of paperwork and computer work. She really wasn’t in the mood but knew she had to do it.

Groaning, she got to work, entering the data and printing and signing the checks. It wasn’t the money. Hell, money was good. But it just seemed to be the hassle, especially with this Clara Beasley shit going on.

Knowing her lawyer to be fucking good, and the assurances he gave her about the case, she finished her work, putting the checks in envelopes and writing the name of each employee on them. She even gave Alexa a couple hundred dollars because of her effort and loyalty. She had in only a few short days become part of the family.

And boy was she surprised to get that check. “Oh THANK YOU MACK!” she squealed and flung her arms about Mack’s neck, hugging her tightly. Mack had to laugh feeling all that girl meat pressed up about her body and between her tits like that.

Patting Alexa’s tight ass she sent the girl off, closing up shop and setting the alarm.

Getting home she found Nancy cooking a sweet smelling dinner. “Hey babe,” she called from the kitchen.

Mack plopped her purse down near the door and entered the kitchen, hugging her taller lover from behind.

“Mmmmmm,” Nancy hummed out, shoving her fine ass against Mack’s lower flank. “Hope you’re hungry.”

Wrapping her arms about Nancy she nodded, grabbing at Nancy’s D tits under her t shirt.

“Not now. Let’s at least eat first Bren.”

Nancy was THE only one not to call her lover Mack. ‘Too masculine,’ was the offered reason. Brenda McIntire was Mack’s full birth name but she hated it. Mack was just so much simpler.

So Mack got a nice bottle of wine and they ate, both cleaning up the dishes afterward.

After preparing for bed Nancy began to initiate things. Mack stopped her. “Look Nancy, er, not tonight, okay?”

“Huh? YOU? Not wanting sex?”

“I-I got a lot on my mind.”

“Spill it. Oh, someone got hurt at work?” Nancy asked, always the caring one.

“No no, nothing like that. I got served with a lawsuit.”

“A LAWSUIT! By who?”

“Oh some customer who took in upon herself to treat her daughters that could possibly have caused permanent damage.”

“Wow. You talked with your lawyer Barry?”

“Yeah, for three hours today. But he says it should be okay.”

“Wow. I guess you do have a lot to think about. Look babe, no pressure here. You know where I live and how I like it. Okay?” Nancy said and cuddled against her lover tenderly. “If I can help, let me know.”

Mack looked into Nancy’s eyes and smiled back. “I know you will. Thanks.” Then she leaned in and kissed her best friend and lover softly. They parted and cuddled even closer, soon falling asleep. At least Nancy did. Mack didn’t get much rest that night.

The next few days were painful for Mack, her mind going in all directions, thinking about how she could lose her business, her employees and friends and her reputation as a competent and experienced cock health expert.

Sitting in her office moping she sat up straight. Fumbling about her computer she got the articles she had written for magazines like Futa Style, Men’s Sexual Health, Penis Quarterly and the prestigious, peer reviewed publications Sexual Nature, Hermaphrodite Forum and Semen Quality.

She sent the PDF’s to Barry by email and hoped that might help her case. Next she jumped up and began to observe her employees, making sure the clients saw her about the different areas watching what was going on, even offering some clients one on one help as they went through their classes.

She did this for a week more with no news from Barry. Frazzled, she began to lose control of herself, especially when she snapped at Allie for being late to work.

“G-Gosh Mack, I’m sorry. My car broke down and I had to walk about three miles,” she whimpered. Pamela came up and gently pulled Mack away from the front area as clients were waiting and Allie dapped her damp eyes.

Inside Mack’s office Pamela closed the door, leaning against it. “So what’s going on with you?”

“What do you mean? I’m running my b

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