It's not reallymy thing, but hey different strokes and all that stuff... Right... Then Iwent to the want ads and tried to look for employment.After th...ee weeks of pounding the pavement and suffering rejection afterrejection, I was getting discouraged. Also cleaning Mark's apartment wassomewhat humiliating as well. Mark came home from work, and startedvacuuming, going over what I just vacuumed. Nothing I did was ever goodenough for that guy. While watching Mark vacuum, I started thinking. ............" I stopped as i looked up and saw Melissa standing at the oven with her shirt pulled down to her waist and her beautiful tits out as she was biting her finger. "Ahhh. Cat got your tongue?" she said as she walked over towards me. She went to her knees and starting blowing me. Every slurp drove me nuts as she continued this for a few minutes until she finished my licking the tip of my cock. I was so upset when she stopped."Dont worry once we're done with dinner youre all mine". she. But abruptly there was a knock on the door and two other young guys walked in. Finding herself firmly tethered to the chair by the leash there wasn’t a lot she could do. Soon they had her bent over on all fours, panties pulled down and all three stroking her, saying what a good, obedient puppy she was. She knew her face was now bright red with embarrassment while their stroking soon led to probing. She felt fingers probe into her mouth, pussy, squeezing her tits, eventually even probing her. There was several young men that worked there, all in their late teens and early twenties. I was fifty five at the time, and going through a rather nasty divorce. I still regarded myself as attractive with shoulder length blonde hair, lovely brown eyes and still had a reasonable figure, with the best parts being my bum and my tits. Time has been kind to me.I used to get the odd comment from the lads, and one in particular who kept saying he would like to take me out, and how good I looked for.