As a woman closer to retirement, I was having a difficult time trying to rationalize my sexual vicariousness for a coworker half my age. Scott, why ar... you here?I loved it when he wore his faded jeans. It wrapped his thick thighs and muscled legs assuring dominance in every step. His 5 o’clock shadow, the cracked hands of a man who toiled outdoors, his scar on his right hand. On days when the office was asked to wear their Sunday best, I would always wear something special in hopes he would. ”“Plan?” I asked.“Your death.” Sakura patted my shoulder. “It was necessary to save Chase.”“I'm Theirs,” I breathed. “I would die for them. I mean, I did die for them.”“And they want to reward you,” a new voice said.The Holy Slut Alison lounged in the doorway, naked, her round breasts pierced by a pair of silver barbells. I blinked in surprise. She had a tattoo above her shaved pussy that read, “Cum on in,” with an arrow pointing down at her clit.“You never did get to go down on me,” Alison. “Yes, sir,” she sobbed, realising in time to address him as instructed. “Yes, sir, I understand.“Good. Do remember to count as, if you forget we will start from the beginning,” he said, gently caressing her ass with the firm leather. Adjusting his grip slightly, he lifted the strap, gently tapped her with it to give her warning, and then swung with force.“One,” Tanja hissed through gritted teeth as the pain drove the air from her lungs and her hips were driven into the bar at her waist by the. That time spent up on the ski slopes had been so good for her. It had enabled her to see everything in perspective, and she'd never felt more sure of herself, more positive about life. Life had been a chore before, and only her books and her career had helped her to get through it. Well, that was all changed now. A man had almost wrecked her life once--Martin, her first lover. But now she knew a lot about men. She'd seen to that. There'd been quite a few that she'd invited to her bed, up there.