Now, who is the shift supervisor for the female lifeguards?”The meekest woman, who looked like a five-foot-eight flat-chested and about eleven years...old, said she was the supervisor.“The female lifeguards have a suit size and type posted on the clipboards in each pool office. I need you to ensure that each woman wears what we assigned to her. We don’t need people noticing raw areas between the women’s legs. I also want you to show these elite snobs that for all their plastic surgery, weird. She did dress quite conservative, never one to show off and was even embarassed by any other men taking notice of her, she had been hit on several time at work but just laughed it off one day she was talking to a coworker, Ann, she was in her late 20s and very friendly to Jen, Jen mentioned how she might like to date but not sure where or how to meet men.Ann told her she met her boyfriend on a dating site and would help her set up a profile,so they planned to meet that night after work and set. She just looked like she was having fun. And needless to say, she was happier than I could remember.I was willing to ride it out. I had heard of middle-aged-crazy. And I hoped that this too would soon pass. But Heather’s newfound empowerment changed her in fundamental ways.First there was the narcissism. Heather couldn’t stop looking at herself – and playing with her body. Then there was the ego. She was a trophy now. And she knew it. She just radiated, “I can get any man I want.”. She retorted "would you let work stop you from fucking me? feel free to answer honestly.". I blushed as her question caught me off guard. " Honestly, no Mrs Garland " I replied. "Would you like to fuck me?" She enquired "... Don't pretend like you haven't been staring at my tits and wondering what they would feel like with your face pressed in between them as I ride you". The thought of it made my cock grow in my pants, I didn't really want to resist as I had met her husband and he was an.