He was too professional, despite my short shorts, my cum fuck me smile he never made a move, well fuck me, he was not leaving till he, well, Fucked M...".There was sweat dripping down the front of his white T shirt also some dripping down his back, down his spine & down his exposed firm arse cheeks.It was a hot day but I was getting hotter, i wanted this man & i wanted him now, i wanted to feel his firmness, his hardness deep inside me.I offered him a drink which he politley accepted, then. "What am I going to do with Sally?" I asked myself. Leesha usually was at home, so I didn't even think about someone being here to stay with her. She was seventeen, but still. She didn't really have any friends, or anything to do all day, but think up stuff that would probably get her in trouble. I would have to stay home from work I guess.I reached for the phone on the bedside table, and dialed Alan's number. "Morning bud." I said."What the fuck's wrong with you? You sound like shit." I could. " Is that what you want?"Is it?"Yes."And so it was.And so I was his.-----I had arrived at the S&M club about 15 minutes earlier. Prior to that Ihad dinner and went dancing with some girlfriends. But I wanted to go tothe club alone.When I arrived I checked my little black dress at the coat check,slipping it off my shoulders, squirming it down over the curve of my hipsand bum, and gracefully stepping out of it in my heels. I made a littleshow of hanging it carefully, as if I was a clothes. Well done indeed!" Thank you professor," Dr. Hamilton-Smythe smirked - as if the success rate was his personal accomplishment."Now, 'Right Ward' is doing even better," the professor said. "Especially during the last few months." That must be a statistical fluke!" Dr. Hamilton-Smythe exclaimed with a forced laugh."I don't think so," the professor said. "The difference is small but significant and it coincides with a particular new member of staff joining us." Spare us!" Dr. Hamilton-Smyth said.