”Still with his arm around me, he guides me through the dark end of the kitchen and into a hallway that feels heavy with dust and the slow tick of a... unseen grandfather clock. Ahead, a closed door is lined with a faint orange glow. He opens it to a large living room, dimly lit by the embers of a dying fire. Ancient sofas line one wall, and on one of them lies the dozing bulk of a huge Labrador. Its great blocky head raises, regards me, and then it reclines back into sleep.“Your guard dog isn’t. I hear someone approach and try hard to remain perfectly still. It's him. Without having to open my eyes, I can feel that it is him, the god. My body trembles slightly as he lays down in the grass beside me. I turn my head towards him and marvel at his nakedness. Everything about him is oversized. He must truly be a god, and what kind of a woman would I be if I didn’t feel the urge to give him myself as a tribute?I turn my face away from him, a sign of complete submission, and lay my arms. "Lucky me. I guess it's just you and me this afternoon."They talked while they drank a beer, and then Keith excused himself to get sunscreen from his hotel room. When he returned, he asked Lucy if she would like for him to apply some lotion on her back and shoulders. She was apprehensively trembling as she consented to his offer. She laid back on the double chaise. She could sense the sexual tension rising within her as his hands moved over her skin. Without asking, Keith shuffled around to. She started yelling and making a scene. Big fucking deal. She had some nerve. Oh well. Tomorrow is my day off. Andrew thought about his day and then remembered something unusual. Laura, one of his trainees had looked pretty hot today. She was only wearing a sports bra and extra short shorts. Damn she looked so good. When she was running on the treadmill her boobs were jiggling up and down and give me such a hard on. I wanna fuck her so bad but I don’t want to lose my job. She might complain.