Frederick's world narrowed itself down to feelings, primal emotions as George's hand took a hold of his rigid cock.  He had closed his eyes as some distant mental alarm told him that this was all wrong, that he shouldn't be doing this in front of his old friends and the woman who was his key to getting back into the financial market.  He had to close his eyes and shut them out or he would lose himself completely in the panic that had suddenly threatened to overtake him.  But, those reassuring waves of comfort and compliancy took a firm grasp upon his subconscious, purging him of anything but the arousing sensation of George's playful hand upon his cock.<br/><br/>He leaned into George's touch as the man pumped his dick up and down, keeping up something of a steady pace for several long moments before reluctantly letting go.  Frederick almost cursed under his breath as the pleasuring stopped and George returned to his seat, leaving Frederick standing there with a throbbing cock that sorely needed some attention.  Vicki's observation was right: he felt amused and embarrassed all at the same time as he stood there, gawking down at his own arousal as if it were some foreign thing that had suddenly appeared on his body.<br/><br/>Fred took his new seat and did nothing to hide his sex as George and Vicki talked about the taste of his pre-cum.  He had watched, stunned, as George licked a little of the liquid off his hand and remarked about their similar taste.  Frederick could only nod his head as Vicki mentioned wanting to compare it first hand.  His brain had gone numb and his cock only got harder at the thought of Vicki sucking him off.<br/><br/>He looked to his side and glanced over at the quiet Beth, who seemed to be lost in her own thoughts.  Fred offered her a friendly smile and reached out to touch her legs gently, to rouse her from her reverie and to get her attention.  Comically, he waved his member at her in greeting.<br/><br/>"You still with us, beautiful?"