She was young. She couldn’t wait like I could. Though truthfully I was at the limit of my cock’s endurance, waiting for her begging request for my...dick in her arse.“Oh Mr Pearce, give it to me, fuck my arse, fuck my arse, fuck my arse now”, a beautiful tirade of filth from an angel. I loved it. She was ready. I was over ready. Nothing for it but to fully break in her arse. Make it memorable for two. Her arse was nicely compressing, truly enveloping, and a cock squeezing pleasure. Fuck her. Her mind twittered trying to make sense of her feelings for John and for Tim. How did this happen? She was in love with John. This wasn’t planned. She had planned to have sex with him, yes; he intrigued her, yes; she desired him inside her, yes; but…she never intended to love him or to make love to him. She loved Tim, didn’t she? This love for John wasn’t in her plan and yet… this love was a reality as she looked into John’s eyes and saw herself looking back.John kissed her neck. He whispered. Well, Doctor, can you help us out?"I wouldn't have missed a chance like that for the World. But I wasalready thinking about what else I could do... wondering if there wasn'tsome way I could see some of my fantasies acted out -- safely, by proxy -- while I watched and engineered things. So I answered:"Yes, on Three conditions: First, call me Richard; Second, if I go to theDance, it'll be as your Date; and Third, I want to take you to Dinnertonight."And Gloria agreed to all three.Over the next. Quite good in fact. Do you have some time to talk about what you want me to do?" Sure. Let me tell Margaret where I am."When Cynthia came back, they spent the rest of the morning going over the objectives Cynthia was looking to achieve. They then reviewed the resources, staffing and any entanglements to avoid. It was approaching lunch time when they finished.They had just finished when Margaret tapped on the door and said, "Cynthia your appointment is here." Thanks. Tell them I'll be out in.