” Plaything? Is that was I was? Is that what we were calling this whole deal? Fuck it. I didn’t care. I had no illusions of relationships with th...s woman. She wanted to use me to get off, and that was fine with me. If those were to be the rules, we were both clear on them. I was standing over her now as she still lay back on her desk. We paused for a moment, the sound of the rain and approaching thunder filling the void left by her moans. Without warning, I grabbed her shirt and ripped it. He’d thought her subdued, but maybe that was because he’d made no real effort to talk to her himself? She’d been efficient, and professional... she seemed to really revel in playing the whole professional angle, even in... no, especially in... her sex ‘work’. Maybe subdued wasn’t the right word to describe her after the incident, maybe it was more demure, or... submissive? She’d told him that the sex thing was just like any other type of work, but she’d seemed upset when he’d suggested she. .. anal?" After I nodded she continued, "Can we do it so it won't hurt?" Yes, MP. My mom told me how. She says my dad uses the spell on her." Your dad fucks your mom's ass?" MP asked incredulously."Let's not go into it, MP, it's none of our business. If you want to do it I want to do it with you." MP reached up to kiss me. "Saturday night my folks are going out again. Let's do it then." We walked the rest of the way in silence.The week flew by; school kept us too busy to even think about sex.. While Candy and Mary Anne hit it off very well, catching up on things, I asked George to join me in the veranda for a Brandy and a cigar. George said he and Candy had been dating for about three years. They had talked about getting married, but Candy wasn’t ready to get married. He said they had an “on-again, off-again” type of relationship. I told George that marriage wasn’t all that it is cracked up to be, except that one promises to be faithful to the other, but that beyond that, there was.