A metaphor I had was an extension of Sensei's "jet of water". If I was a dam on a river, I could open a small floodgate to let water jet out of me in ... particular direction, but I (as a dam) couldn't do anything to make the water go in the other direction. I had a feeling that there was a pool of energy in the Universe, flowing all over the place (and that's what I thought "moving in harmony with the Universe" meant moving in sympathy with, even though I couldn't sense that flow). I could tap. Did he like what he saw? Guys usually told me I was pretty, but like most women I know I felt insecure about it. Then he smiled. ‘God you’re gorgeous,’ he whispered softly. My confidence returned and I quickly pushed his shirt off of him and then went for his slacks. He trapped my hands in his and clucked his tongue. ‘Now, now,’ he teased. ‘Ladies go first!’ With a soft growl of his own he pushed me back down on the bed. His calloused hands made short work of my bra, exposing me to his gaze.. I thought to myself, why can't a grown man get his accounts right, I've been in this office for six months and not once has Barry Samuels got the figures to balance and he's an accountant, but I suppose I'll put it right and he'll get the credit, again.I was mussing over his stupidity when Valerie from over-seas banking came in to my office, she looked, well the only word for it is nervous, she sat beside me, "Pauline would you do me a big, big favour?"I stopped what I was doing and looked at. Nadira was next and she was a wild woman in the shower. She got my first load for the night into her sweet box. Finally Fretail jumped on from the front and she bobbed up and down until she was done too. We all moved to the bed and Fretail lay atop me with my still hard rod inside her. I had Bertet and Nadira on my right side and Swendtra and Gerona on my left. We slept like that all night.I woke up the next morning with myself still plugged into Fretail. I slid to the bottom of the bed and.