Sarah is in her late 20s and very sexy and very smart. She is five feet five in height and has a voluptuous figure. She plays hockey to a reasonably h...gh standard and she also swims and cycles on a regular basis. No wonder she has such a gorgeous figure. I arrived at work and decided that the best course of action was to call in to Sarah’s office and act as though nothing unusual had happened between us. I strolled into her office and as she looked up, I was glad to see a beaming smile on her. I was told from that point on it would be the 8 of them every time. Some of the men laughed. I wanted to say something, but I didn't. I don't know why, but I just couldn't seem to speak up for myself.Over the next several weeks the motel sessions become much more comfortable and usually didn't last nearly as long as that first one. It was pretty much, "wham bam, thank you ma'am," and it was over. Again, they were just using me to relieve themselves and it probably helped them de-stress. After. She wasn’t vain, but was very proud of her body. It took little effort to keep in shape, she worked out very occasionally and ate what she wanted. Her butt remained firm and her small perky breasts continued to defy gravity. Her stomach was soft but flat and her legs well shaped. She looked stunning in skirts just above the knee, and still wore mini-mini skirts on the rare occasions she went clubbing. Her navel was pierced, a small jewel adorned her belly button, a gift from a former lover. She. .wasn't!Marla had recently turned 40, yet appearing to be 30. Her dark flowing mane fell below her shoulders, her bubble butt filled her skirts and bounced just enough to grab attention. Marla's hips rolled like they were oiled pistons, shifting slow and steady. Her hems short enough to catch an eye, long enough to remain decent. She had it going on and she knew it!She had invested in her body, taking all the necessary hormones for over 20 years. Yet some over indulgence had shriveled her.