My muscles ache. You look like you have really strong hands, would you mind rubbing my back Jon?" ... I knew it would get his little teenage cock hard and he would be my willing servant. It was wrong for me to take advantage of him like that, but at the time I didn't care. To me, it felt like we both got something out of the deal. He got to gawk openly at me, sometimes even touch, and in return he was my boy slave. Saying it now, it doesn't. After that one encounter with Kara, things pretty much fell back into the same pattern, at which I was not at all surprised. A couple of weeks later, she asked if I would like company while I did my usual lunchtime walk around the pond. It’s a ritual that I have; I eat lunch while reading the newspaper and then go for a walk for the remainder of the lunch hour. The path goes around a pond in the office park, into a wooded area and then back to the building I work in. It takes about 30 minutes. One evening after the office closed I invited her to a bar down the street for a drink. We made small talk over whiskey. She was captivating; her auburn hair soft in the dim light, her eyes sparkling, and her lips...I get hard just thinking about it.I walked her back to her apartment and she invited me in. We sat on the couch and sipped some Jameson from her cupboard. At first we were sitting apart, wrapped in conversation, but before long our thighs were touching. I couldn't resist, I slowly. “I hope you aren’t visiting any libraries.”“Not exactly,” Keith said. “We are investigating some old manuscripts. What’s up?”“Don’t pretend you don’t know about the bombing at the National Historical and Genealogical Archives,” the agent growled.“Wait! Bombing of what? We were just there,” Keith said.“Imagine that!” Fry shouted. “You were just at the Kane Memorial Library when it blew up. You were just at the NHGA when it blew up. What library are you heading for now?”“We’re headed into Mainz,.