A man appeared. Dark hair going grey; medium height; solid build, slightly overweight; somewhere between 50 and 60; definitely not good looking, yet n...t ugly by any means."Hello Margie," he grinned, and gave her a sharp slap across one cheek.Margie gasped. "Hello," she replied softly, with the sting of the slap still hurting her."Nice," he said admiringly as he took both of Margie's hands and held them out at arms length while he looked her up and down."I'll enjoy hurting you," and he gave her. A wealthy footballer with all the trappings that the game brought a young man of extreme talent. He remembers when he spent the morning before a game driving to the game in his sports car, dressed in expensive clothes like a man. Looking down at the fans as he passed them in the street. The same fans who now own his body. All of it. Forever.He remembers the team kit, the camaraderie with his team mates. The feeling of being a pampered star and an idol to the fans. How he yearns for a. .. the sex was incredible. Affairs are so arousing. The danger of it just makes it so much more exciting. Her name was Jennifer. Jenn had two kids - a son, Jordan, and a daughter, Katie. Jordan was probably seventeen or eighteen at the time and Katie was sixteen. I was at her house one day - Jenn didn't work and I have been able to work from home for years, so our encounters were really convenient for us. When I got there, instead of us heading to her bedroom, Jenn led me to Katie's room. I. He was looking right at Tiffany. "Think you need to go too?" She's not a kid, Dad," Jon laughed. "The movie wasn't so scary that she's afraid to go by herself." Are you sure?" Randy waited for Tiffany to speak up for herself. It was obvious he was hoping she would take the hint and accompany him to the same bathroom. After watching so many college kids having unprotected sex, he was more than a little horny and slightly eager to pick up where they left off with in the shower earlier. Tiffany.