His gaze told me I wasn’t as much a women as I was a sex object. The look of pleasure on his face was a look of sternness. Ready to punish me for be...ng a bad, bad girl. We met him in a dimly lit bar. I was wearing my most refined whore outfit: tight black pencil skirt with a high slit, tight back top, and sexy black pumps. He was tall. So very tall I wondered if maybe his cock would be too big for me. I liked his face the most. Pretty eyes. Nice smile. I could have done without the athletic. Obsessive distraction was with her constantly, even at work... Marion's current team leader was named Dominic Somethingorother - it was a Hawaiian name that nobody could seem to get their tongue around. The team was all female, and management referred to them as Dom's Harem, even on more or less official documents. Dom thought it was funny, and in whispered conversations among the harem it was apparent that if he wanted, he could have any of them, but Dom had a big, comfortable, mumu-clad wife. This morning I pulled up in the 'old' car out the front of this lovely house. A house very long and not very wide.A bedroom had been built on the front porch for "M"Inside was a very long passage way the first room was the lounge, next the parents large bedroom, then the dining room leading to a small kitchen to the left and to the bathroom on the right.Out the back was the laundry and toilet in a small backyard.I knew that "M's" parents were gone with a crowd on a bus for an outing and would. "You two need to get to bed at a reasonable hour tonight. We arrive at the island in the morning. Oh, and make sure you get some sleep too," Mom said.Glen and I looked at our parents, and then we laughed. Mom and Dad laughed too. After a moment, Mom leaned across the table."Is everything okay?"I knew what she meant, and I felt my brother did too. "Just peachy, Mom," I said."If either of you wants to talk, we're available," Dad said.Glen and I nodded. We finished our lunch and left. Glen.