He glanced across the room at the figure hidden behind a cloud of pungent cigar smoke and back at his two burly escorts, pulling at his collar uncomfo...tably. The large shadow behind the desk made a small motion with one hand and the two goons in leisure suits vanished through the door they had just entered by. The 'Big Man' leaned back in his expensive high backed chair and took a long drag off of his cigar, then added it to the already thick storm cloud over his head. "I hope the boys. But Bertha had been putting in extra gym time, resolving to restore her strength to how it was when she was younger and fitter. She'd toned up her muscles and could outdo the rest of her fitness group in push-ups, sit-ups and squats. And in her other pocket was a king-size tube of KY Jelly. Looking at the row of naked, bound and in some cases trembling men, Bertha knew that, once she got their legs apart and their arses in the air, nothing was going to stop her from plunging the Stallion deep. No sooner did he think about his big, beautiful woman than she walked out of the bedroom. She was wearing a tight, mint green top and light purple shorts; one hand clasped to her forehead. Her body was almost Easter egg-like in the combination of pastel colors. She eyed Darius with a look of pure irritation.“You’re still not finished dusting? Get moving! You got other chores.”Her thick body brushed past him, her pudgy curves pressing against his frilly uniform as she headed for the bathroom. Rick explained that Hank was 28 years old, about 6 feet 4 inches tall and weighed 245 pounds. He lifts weights as a hobby. Hank also had shoulder length dark blonde hair. Rick explained that I was to dress up in a really tight and short skirt. Frilly blouse, high heels a tons of make-up. I was to look like a cheap whore. Rick would drop me off at a bar in the city around 10:30 p.m., that was a hang-out for construction workers. Hank would already be there. After about 30 minutes Rick would come.