“See what you think after today,” Taylor said to the redhead as she started back down the hallway.Alaina followed after her. “Um, Taylor...”Th... older woman looked back over her shoulder, but continued walking.“That Floyd guy,” Alaina said quietly, “he’s really a photographer?”Taylor’s lips turned up into an amused smile. “Why? Because he’s very good-looking?”“No, I mean—”“He’s the one the client went with,” Taylor said. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and grimaced. “I thought I had time. In the evening me and swati went out for dinner. We came back home and slept. Me and swati sleep on the same bed. At night, I could still remember the story that riya told me. I went to the bathroom and masturbated thinking about having sex with a girl but I could not reach an orgasm. I wanted something real. I went back to bed and saw swati sleeping. She was wearing a t-shirt and yoga pants. She was looking so sexy and I started thinking about having sex with her.For some days I masturbated. I sadly and philosophically found out that ?Past times never returns andcan?t be copied, the parameters has always been changed!? /C)In my longing for power I tried to influence a female co-worker into theBDSM-world. When I had got her interested for a try she was on her way backto her husband, after a short visit in freedom. I often wonder if that sparkwas a lease of new life for them.I succeed to persuade my first wife and negotiate about having her be myslave girl in my game. But she just. A real smile, warm and tender, that shows in his eyes and chubby cheeks. It tells me he wants more than just a fuck. I run a CumSystem check. Rydal Spillane, 68, retired terraforman, recently widowed, no known deviancies. This fat fuck wants love.I give him the melty look: Dewy eyes, softened features, slightly parted lips. "Hi, honey," I purr. His heart rate is accelerating, his sweat production increases by 7%. I lean forward, nestle my long hair against his neck. "It's so nice to be here.