I'll have to take arain check on that meal you owe me," I told Billy. She came over and gaveme a hug. I bade both good night and slipped out into the ...arkness. I lefttown the next night without seeing Billy or Natasha and didn't return forfive years.I wasn't even thinking about Billy when I hit town. As usual, I wasthinking about my next meal and headed for the park. "Count Boris!" someonebehind me called. That voice! It was familiar. I turned around and one ofthe loveliest women I've met in. That I have been having sex with Steph to was a fair trade.Friday night came and the three of us went out to the bars. Kandi was being terrible, getting drunk and hitting on guys in front of me. She even was talking down to her c***dhood friend. Steph said, "That’s it, if you're going to act like a bitch, you're going to get treated like one."So when we got her back to Stephanie’s house - Kandi was still being rude and horny - Steph had us role play as her slaves and after both of us performed. I only remembered that he made mention that this was not to be our last encounter.I tried to make it just that -- for two weeks. Now, however, a strange yearning drove me on. One that I feared, yet had to explore. I had to know. Was I a slut? Am I a slut. To be used by men for their enjoyment. I had to laugh, for I suddenly realized that this latter part was my marriage: Being used by hubby. The selfish bastard.KMart was coming back into view. Driving more carefully, more attentively, I. As you exhale, your eyes will close. You are feeling relaxed and horny, and you will tell me everything about this woman who is sexually exploiting you." Yes, Doctor," I sighed as her hand slowly put me into a wonderful, dreamy mood."For the last several months, I've been seeing an older woman, a neighbor of mine. We're having sex several times a day." And what is the problem: that she is older? Surely you must like having sex with her. It is the secret fantasy of most young men, an older woman.