I stayed in there until I heard him leave. But it was actually another person coming into the shower room. I turned the shower off and walked to the...bench. To my surprise I saw the guy who just fucked me finishing getting dressed and turn to walk out as this other guy was undressing getting ready to shower. I had half a hard on and went to my stuff and picked my towel up and dry off. The guy next to me now looked younger than the other guy who fucked me and in much better shape. He pulled. I likedusing it as a chick magnet." Well, maybe now that you have your living doll fantasy, you don't needit anymore. Maybe it's more magic than magnet." You're the philosopher," he smiled.I picked up my purse, which had fallen to the floor. The driver'slicense fell out, so I scooped it up and it caught my eye. I gave a tinyshriek. "D-Dave, look."He came to my side and together we read the details. According to thisnew license, I was Barbara Taylor Preston--Dave's last name, my old lastname as. -paper 'Sexual Anthropology' in timeSUSAN'S STEPS into voluntary SEXUAL SLAVERY at Mentor Master PETER PE is a long story to tellSUSAN'S STORY is not new -- we are back in first half of the eighties -- at his old wood-port quartersSUSAN'S STORY in her words is written well worded, but it lacks proper paragraphing for liveliness"SUSAN'S STORY needs an Experienced Editor" I state in my comment under first part I read of herSUSAN'S STORY may need a couple of dozen well written intimate. .uh...anything...uh...interesting happen at work today?"I "Nothing real interesting happened here. Are you sure you are okay? What are you doing?"I was getting seriously concerned. She replied, "Oh yes! I am perfectly fine. Just gimme a minute. Don't...uh...go...uh...anywhere." I heard her put the phone down and I could now hear what sounded like springs squeaking. As I began to put one and one together in my head my suspicions were blatantly confirmed by my wife's words, which I could hear.