"Oh... I think we've already established that if you don't object, it's OK with me. Remember?" I retorted as Joan's eyes closed and her head tipped ba...k in ecstasy."Well, I sure as hell don't want to stop. Is that an invitation to do more?" Dave eagerly suggested."Sure. Go ahead, Dave," I dejectedly replied as the reality of how easily Joan had crossed my line in the sand set in. "That okay with you, Joan?" I asked rhetorically. Not sure that she heard me or even cared what I had to say. ‘Very nice, this will make a lovely gift for my son, he’s got a crush on you and this will give him something to do tonight’. And then he was gone and I was left half naked, pulling my tits back inside my top. This wasn’t part of the plan. I didn’t want anyone outside of the office to know what I was doing but the thought that someone was going to be given my picture to masturbate to really turned me on. As I left the copy room Steve was watching me. I smiled at him before slipping off to the. I'd had two songs running around in my head since the concert - twosongs that I wanted to write down on paper. It had been a while since Ihad written a song, but I needed to get these out of my head soon. I'ddabbled with one in my free time over the last week, but today I decidedto settle down and work on the one I had been avoiding.I opened my guitar case and pulled out the black guitar that we hadpurchased a couple of weeks ago. I hadn't had it for long, but I was inlove with my new guitar.. In fact the guitarist had a huge underground vault in his mansion lined with small cages in which he kept one naked slave woman from every country they had ever played a gig in, all leftover slaves that had been used in their stage show, a kind of memento system and a nice way of remembering all their good times and travels. He loved just walking down the row of cages and seeing the immense ethnic physical diversity of female flesh filing past him, wondering spiritually at the huge variation of.