I asked, ‘You got all that?’ Kelly and Sammi both said, ‘Yes.’ Andrea came back up front and sat on the floor between me and the shotgun seat....She put her hand on my leg and I could feel her shaking. The road was nearly empty. I pushed us up to about seventy-five and asked if they were Ok going that fast. Kelly’s voice said, ‘I’m driving. Long as there’s no traffic or a storm, we’re fine at seventy-five.’ I could see the helicopter off to my right. As we passed signs for Salinas a Mustang State. From the very first feelings I had about my sexuality I realised I had a strange fetish toward older men, the fatter, the hairier the sweatier the better, well within reason but I understood this fetish very well so much so that I avoided almost all contact with people my own age or younger than me in any sexual manner it was something that didn't turn me on at all and was definitely out of my comfort zone unless I was extremely desperate, so this particular day was a Saturday morning and I was. I left my work shortly after. It was eight thirty in the evening when I got a text from her. It was along the same lines as the day before. “Can I come? Please.” This time I messaged her back from the phone. The same sort of response as previously, “What are you reading?” I asked. “A horny story called Isabel’s Slave,” she told me. I grinned and nodded to myself. “That’s one of mine,” I replied. “Yes, may I come, Master?” I thought about it for a while. “How close are you?” I asked. “Pretty. She saw him pool side. she felt angst toward him for taking to long to be noticed,he would give her a passing glance for consideration on occasion,more importantly he was her type tall strong ,and alone. While he slept she stood over him while he slept in his bed with the warm ocean breeze sweeping over his body.She had found hunted,stalked,and now she would conquer him.She pressed the point of the knife to the back of his neck he woke as if he were struck bye lightning with a jolt.She said "Do.