“Let me turn over. I want you to fuck me doggy style. I love getting fucked doggy style.”Oh yes, I thought, my favorite position. She got on all f...urs and I kneeled behind her. Spreading her butt cheeks, I couldn’t help admiring the great view of her tight ass and beautiful pussy. As I entered that sweet pussy once more, I reached a hand to a big boob and took her hard nipple between my thumb and forefinger and tweaked it once more. My other hand went under her tight belly and I massaged her. I think Ilike his lips the best though. They are just so full and pouty lookingthat any girl would love to kiss them. Damn! Did that just come out ofmy mouth? I must be really tired." So here I am in my sissy room. Well on second thought, it is kindanice. I guess I could get use to it. I can't believe that I was in heroffice for almost three hours. It seemed just like a few minutes. Oh,well, I must have gone to sleep after all, but why am I so tired? Gotto hang up the pretty blue...no not. Try as she might to fight it, Rhonda was beginning not only to call herself a whore, she was beginning to believe it.After dinner, as often happened, a client/friend of Eric's, a fellow student, called about getting a girl for the evening."Like chocolate?" asked Eric."Sure, why not?" Then come on over," encouraged Rhonda's "pimp".The young man arrived, was introduced to Rhonda and the two retired to the bedroom. They had both just taken off their clothes when there was a knock at the front door. The Friday marathon usually keeps me at the office into the evening, sometimes as late as 8 o’clock. By that time I’m ready to go home, crash on the couch, call up Netflix and stuff my face with empty carbs. Sleep soon follows. Oh, for the days when Friday nights meant hanging out in clubs with friends and partying until the wee hours. Now that I’m 39 that mattress starts looking better and better around 10 o’clock.I’m a passable cook but after a 12-hour workday I don’t want to spend another.