It really IS a true story, ALL the names were changed, of course...I'm not the best at telling these stories, but thought you might enjoy this true ex...erience that happened to me some years ago while I was in San Antonio running my own company. It was a small firm, only one secretary with four or five sales people who stayed on the road all the time. My secretary, Jaime was a very cute, but not beautiful woman with brown hair, blue eyes, and some of the most shapely legs I've ever seen. She was. Jason grabbed me, pressing my nude body against him, he brought me' down to the ground with him. He hovered above me and kissed my neck, biting it and tugging at the flesh. His hands traveled me' greedily, pulling and squeezing whatever they like.I continued to stroke his throbbing cock. We were playing with each other, licking, biting, tugging, rubbing. His Vick was slippery and hot and my pussy ached for something, anything! His hands traveled lower and lower, when I thought he was going to. Hazel just gave a low moan. "I'm not really sure about this," he said, also struggling to keep a straight face, "could you see what you think." I took the other nipple and pinched that one. Now Hazel's moans grew even louder as her two 'doctors' examined her breasts. "I think we need to listen more closely to her chest," I said as I sat on the bed beside her and put my stethoscope to my ears and placed the round pad over her nipple. "Could you do the same with your side please, doctor." David. " Huh?" I gulped."Margaret," she repeated. "My friends call me Gretchen." I don't understand," I said. "Your name is Margaret?" She looked at me as though I was the stupidest man on the list of stupid men she had ever met. And that's probably a fairly long list. "I," I stumbled. "I, ah, it's just not a name that belongs to, ah," I fumbled again. "I mean, I never met a stripper named Margaret before." Well if it makes you uncomfortable," she replied "you can call me Honey. Or Paige. Or just make.