.I" I rose, trying to hide my hard on. "I don't have all day Miss Scott." I moved to the door, flicked the lock and pulled all the shutters down. With...a last minute thought I flickered on the air-con, extra cold. I placed a large chair behind you, right in front of my desk. Then I paged my secretary, asking her to cancel the rest of my appointments as I had a serious issue to deal with. I looked at you. "Well?"Shyly you moved, slowly pulling down your tight gym shorts, your face bright red. I. It has to be hormones. Something happens to a woman when she reaches a certain age. Something undeniably wicked takes over. It's like a switch gets flipped, and nothing short of round-the-clock, wild monkey sex satisfies the ache that resides where previously there was none.It's maddening, if you ask me. It's not as if I don't have other things to do. For whatever reason though, I just want you to fuck me. Not make love mind you, I said "fuck" and all the dirty things you think of when you say. When I had my pants off, T looked at my cock and then at Gary then back at my cock and said to me, "Holy shit! Are you k**ding? That's it? That's all of it? I married that?" T then told Gary, "I don't need this. Get your big cock back in me."Gary told T that he had to go, and that he thought that me and T had a lot to talk about. When Gary left, I asked my new wife what was wrong. She pointed at my cock and said, "Look down and you will see the problem." I asked T what she meant. She told me. "I've been thinking Malcolm; how serious are you about looking asfeminine as possible?" she called from the lounge."I really want to win the prize Angie; I want to really make up for lastyear," he shouted back.Angie returned with a drink for both of them."Well there is only one thing for it then," she said and reached into adraw in her dresser and held out a pink plastic object that looked likesome sort of alien ray gun."It's my Lady Shaver," she responded to his quizzical look, "were.