" I suppose that's why you were at the singles bar looking for a one night stand." I needed some fresh air, a woman to talk to. You were just what I n...eded. Arielle, you are so refreshing and beautiful. I love your smile and your cute petite body. You are so sexy, Arielle. I've never been with a delicate girl like you with such full and heavenly curves."Of course, he was coming onto her but it was part of the plan. She wanted to take him home with her after dinner, but decided it wouldn't be. But she had her job to keep. Pity though. It’d probably sell like hot cakes. Then the phone rang. “Ah Blue. If it isn’t me favourite Colleen.” The voice was deep, strong and had Irish blarney written all over it. And that’s just what she felt like at this moment. She knew the voice. It was Brendan MacPherson. He was an executive in the finance department of one of Ireland’s new booming software development companies. She had met him briefly but memorably when she was attending a graphics. I heard aplastic glove being put on. Uh oh. Other than a doctor's exam, I hadnever had anything up on my ass.A finger entered the opening to my ass. At least the finger was lubri-cated. I didn't know if it was Betty or Nancy. The finger was barely inan inch, and I squeezed my ass muscles to try to expel it. Of course itwouldn't budge. I squirmed - I didn't like the finger inside me. Thefinger went deeper. She manipulated it in and out. Faster. And faster."How do you like being fucked like. He returned the look with one of his own, full of doubt and uncertainty, before pulling himself together and saying, "Now the card, Anne."Anne slid a nail under the flap and opened the envelope. Inside was a simple card with a "Happy Birthday!" message, but when she opened it she saw that Stan had written his own message inside. It read:You fill up my senses like a night in a forest Like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain Like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean.