"It's probably just me, but you know all your help has been so appreciated," you stumble, feeling his eyes upon you. "Okay?" he answers, quizzically.... "I am flattered by your attention but I -" you spurt nervously. "You what? You mean earlier?" he questions. "I'm a married woman, old enough... well, to be -" you splutter, your eyes noticing his dark stubble that adds to his rugged look, his eyes so intense, almost pulling you in uncontrollably. "Is that all you see yourself?" he says. Sure I have a nice car, and I happen to have done pretty well in the Corps, but aside from that? Nadda. No house, no wife, no kids, no side hustle, no backup plan.I sit up groggily in the shitty cot my step-dad set up for me in the garage, smirking as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, thank god we live in Miami, eh?My few meagre belongings were tucked under a military-esque pop up cot, squared away in my patrol bag, a few more in the trunk of my 1969 Ford Mustang Boss 302. Even in the dim light. "I might give Paul a ring and tell him to come over."Yeah and I know who he'll be coming over," she said with a giggle, not sounding at all worried by the prospect."You're nothing but a slut," I said, squeezing her right tits harder."Yeah, but I'm your slut," she said with a gasp.Five minutes on her perfect tits and I move down to attack her tight jeans. Her legs are long and slender but her jeans are skin tight and take some getting off. At last I succeed but in doing so her bikini knickers. . or then.On the other hand, I did get them to agree to make an improvement in myretirement plan. I got it all down in writing too; I told you I was noone's fool. There's no way they're ever going to weasel out of thislittle codicil. They agreed to set me up with a harem once I retired.All the big cheeses at the company - I'd tell you its name, but they'vemade sure no one has ever heard of it - had their own harems. I thoughtthey'd argue with me more about that little detail, but I held firm.