Although you look younger than most 53 year old men you know, you have noticed the beginnings of wrinkles on your face to go along with the new grey h...irs that are sprouting all over your head.You sit back down behind your antique desk (the one used by Roosevelt, and Kennedy and Reagan) and smile to yourself. The job may be stressful, but some of the perks of the job are fantastic. Sure the airplanes, helicopters and armored cars are cool, but your favorite perk is the women that flock to you.. We had no baggage, no cargo, just our horses, our weapons and our saddlebags. We were the first passengers off the dock, and there was a reception committee waiting for us."Welcome to Seacroft Mister Gurmot." One of the men said, stepping forward. "I am Haul Trupp. This is Vast Arica, Barn Joise, and Miter Hanison." Each mad nodded when his name was called. "We are the local managers for the Peninsula Shipping concern."Trunk nodded back at all of them."I would also like you to meet Trip Kilber,. The water spilled down my hair and over my shoulders. I felt like a new woman. I soaped up my arms, my legs. The suds gathered in the drain by my feet.Through the marbled glass I saw Maxwell's pink figure in the doorway."So, maybe I'll come in for a nooner," he said."A what?" You know, a massage. During my lunch."So he hadn't called out. Why did he offer to spend the day before? Was he hoping I'd just skip work for him on the spot? Maybe it was just a brief fantasy of his, a lie. I knew it. “Take off your sweatshirt,” he says. “And get on your knees.”I take off my hooded sweatshirt and show off my two long French-braided pigtails. My whole body is completely shaven, by his request. I strip down to my boxers and t-shirt before dropping to my knees.“Crawl on your hands and knees, sissy,” he says. “Crawl for my cock.”As he takes off his tie and jacket, I crawl across the carpet and kneel at his feet.“Show me what you’ve been waiting to do.”I undo his belt and zipper slowly, with my.