If you want to stop, just say so.”I didn’t say anything.“What if I told you, I could help you with your fantasy, but with a twist. Instead of yo... making your husband watch you getting fucked by Black Stallion, it would be me watching you, then when he’s done, I get you.”“You want to fuck me?” I couldn’t believe it.“Of course.”“And you want to watch me get fucked, then fuck me again?”“Surprised?”“Yes.”“Wendy, my cock is hard right now. I’d fuck you in the beer cooler if you’d let me.”“You’re ten. I was living with a great group of three other lads and two girls and there were a dozen other apartments round us with young people up for a good time, it doesn't get much better!We all started working at a luxury golf resort for the rediculously rich and within a month or two we were a finely tuned hospitality machine.Lads being lads we always had something to say about the women we were working with but we all became aware of our department manager becoming a lot more fun and flirty since. "For the first time that evening, I saw a warm smile on Damini's lips. She continued holding my hand as we walked into the lounge. She and I enjoyed another glass of wine while we chatted in the crowded and noisy lounge. When the live band played a slow tune, I took Dinimi's hand and guided her to the dance floor.As our first dance began, Damini seemed very tense and held me at a distance. Whether it was my charming and disarming manner, or, more likely, the wine she had drunk, she slowly began. “If I wasn’t dead I might be now!” There was an eerie echoing laugh as the body placed the skull head back on the body covering it with the hood. Beatrix had already taken the? What the hell? Was this a scythe? Strange, she thought, she could almost feel the damn thing vibrating in her hands as if it was alive!Taking another look at the figure she gasped, she’d be damned if he (she guessed) didn’t look like death! “Uh huh. Who sent you? The agency? No one outside of them knows who I am!”There.