"By nine thirty that night, bedtime for the sixteen-year-olds, Ginger had the names of twenty-six of the girls. As each had arrived, Ginger had told t...em she was doing a study on sex habits of sixteen-year-olds, and she would be in touch in the near future if she needed more information. The girls went away happy, and in some cases, rather hopeful.Ginger worked through the names, picking out those she thought would appeal to Karen, and who would be active participants in the adventure, not. .."The mad was wide-shouldered and powerfully built, his chest deep and his face rugged. Chris Hartmann was almost bald, she saw, and for a fleeting instant compared him with her former husband. Marshall was taller and had a heavy shock of thick hair; he was handsomer too. But there was something compelling about this man, an aura of sensuality and certainty that was attractive, and she thought that even if she didn't know Chris Hartmann had fucked h is own daughter when she was younger, she. Nobody takes their laptop to the bar with them. It would have to be in his room. I could have asked him to go get it, but that would be putting him to a lot of trouble. I'm not sure that I'd already made up my mind to fuck him before I went up to his room. It may be that he really just wanted to show me his novel. He may have had seducing me in mind when he asked me if I'd like to see it. I don't remember if he mentioned going to his room, of if I did. He was on the top floor. His room had a. Karen came in, but she kept a nervous eye on Blake as he closed the door behind her and said in a friendly voice, "Paula is having the time of her life. I'm sorry. We haven't met. My name is Blake. I work with Paula now."Karen replied, "Karen, I'm a friend of Paula's."Blake smiled disarmingly and in a warm voice, while I wished that I could crawl under my desk, he explained, "Paula is my slave now, my sex slave. But I assure you that it is entirely voluntary. Isn't that right Paula?"I tried to.