. The lovely jessica slave set the tray on the table near the locked door, and pressed her palm against the light panel on the wall. She waited a mome...t, maybe two, until the panel lighted and scanned her fingers and palm for identification. Dazzled by the light, as she was every time, jessica stared at the panel, waiting until she heard the loud beep that signaled her palm print had been accepted, and the click that told her the door had become unlocked. She turned the lever, pushed the door. It wasn’t a case of wanting to be stronger, because even as I was now, I could give Eddie Hall or Brian Shaw a run for their money without breaking a sweat. This was just me being a little bit vain. I don’t think I could be blamed for that. Given the opportunity, even the most body confident and self-assured person would probably make at least a few changes.I watched myself in the mirror as my muscles began to expand slightly. My arms thickened with new muscle mass, my shoulders, chest, and. But in normal conversation, it was deeper, riper, and almost authoritative. I found both forms affecting. As well as her being a wonderfully expressive, sensuous lover, I had to admit that I found the big age gap between us, maybe as much as nearly thirty years, a huge turn on. I’d always had girlfriends of my own age, or slightly younger; and while I had some good times with them, I just seemed to find a heightened sensuality with this mature lady. Whether it was some sort of power thing, or. Over the same period, we discussed both of us being able to fulfill sexual fantasies as long as remained open and honest with one another. We then began to set some rules to play by for both of us. I asked her if she had anyone in mind that she wanted to sl**p with and, of course, she said yes. She had taken a liking to a black man that she worked with. I knew him but did not know if he would agree to our games. For her first time, we decided to play it as though I knew nothing of it in case.