Today, four men sit at a table, devouring a lunch charged to a corporate expense account. Their conversation is all business; they left the office, bu... brought their work to the table. All four are balding, their hair prematurely grey. Each wears a shirt and tie, and they all speak in low, hurried tones. The men talk about money: how to make it, how to hoard it, how to generate more. When the conversation strays, it is only to reach a consensus that the three-day weekend interrupted their stock. ’ Daniel looked at his friend, ‘I’m here if you ever need anything, no matter what. I just have a feeling that this shit with Jos could cause a problem with us in the future.’ Jake nodded to Cat, ‘Man, I don’t know what you’ve done, but she looks different. She’s sexy as hell.’ Daniel growled, ‘Don’t you dare look at her.’ Chuckling, ‘In case you have missed it, everyone is.’ Jake pointed to the men surrounding Jos and Cat, ‘We better head back over there before Jos runs away with another man. Perilously close to my cock, which was starting to show definite signs of life. Her eyes, I saw, possibly for the first time, were a grey-green. They were alive, and seemed, to me at least, to be full of fun. Dirty fun.‘Very well,’ she said, ‘If you’re seated comfortably, I’ll begin.’ The story began in the boarding school she was sent to, where corporal punishment was very much practiced. ‘In fact,’ said Julia, smiling fondly at the memory, ‘it was part of everyday life. At first, I hated it,. I had been entirely puzzled, wondering in what their utility could possibly lay. I assumed this one had been taken from that dark room below. “This is for fun, during your long nights of dreaming of ... sweet, sweet Cordelia… “ she mocked in a high-pitched imitation of a lovestruck girl. I then grasped the meaning and use of the object proffered. I thought I would faint. Did these sisters know no modesty at all? I put my hands on its slick surface and caressed it, letting my hands glide. It was.