“That’s okay," he whispered. “I like the fact that you are a little worked up.”“A little?” I shot back, “If you keep this up, I am going...to flood your office.”He laughed and then he leaned forward, planting a light kiss on my neck, which sent shivers down my spine.Oh! My God!I quickly and silently, stripped out of my Army t-shirt and then I reached behind my back to unfasten my bra. My clothes fell to the floor, as the Lt. gently massaged my exposed breasts. His touches were deliberate and. The orgasm I so craved was building strongly from deep within me.Pressing my hands down on his chest, I started grinding on him, getting my clitoris some stimulation. It felt so fucking good that I got lost in the pleasure and lust. I was enjoying it more than I could have ever imagined, and I knew that it wouldn’t be my last time experiencing such amazing sex.After a few minutes, he said, “Let me get on top of you.”Once I was under him, he placed his hands around my ankles and spread my legs. But my dress was nothing to be compared with my mask. From the moment I had read, and understood the invitation I set to work designing it. Emeralds and rubies were placed around the border of it. Feathers, as soft as cotton were arranged neatly around it. Gold and silver leaves made trees and bushes around the centre. The pole that I held it with was twisted with coloured red and green glass. A servant waited by the huge wooden doors to hold them open for the other guests. I took the last step. Every crack, every defect, every flaw is part of me.Light and shadow, Faces through time interrupt me.Now I am a prism, refracting all possibilities.A man before me reaches for the woman he is.No need for liars of light -- lamps or lanterns.He knows I alone will show faithfully his beauty.He will reward me with shuddering tears of joy.I am the centre of his cloistered life.Every night he decorates himself for me alone.In me, a pock faced middle-aged man becomes a young girl.Day after day, night.