He moved to her, his hands placed on the chair arms. “And I can’t resist you either, because the feeling is very, very mutual.” Her eyes closed,...head tilted as Grant bent over the last few inches and kissed her.Their hearts immediately pumped faster, faces reddened like teens, as they experienced another sensual kiss. “Thank you, Grant.”Jennifer sat in her wheelchair at the end of the long wooden bars facing another attempt to walk one step more than yesterday. “I can’t possibly walk that. There was only one visitor chair and it was at the edge of the desk."You dance pretty good for a amateur. So why did your husband leave you?" he asked."Something about another man," I suggested with a smile."In other words you are a slut?" he asked."I would never admit to that," I said seriously."You will if you want to work for me," he said showing a mean streak."Alright I guess I am to some people," I said hedging."No Lucy, say it," he demanded."I'm a slut," I said looking down at the top of. I slipped off the bench to kneel in front of him and began pulling his gym shorts down, slowly, very slowly, uncertain that I had his approval. I swallowed nervously, as the full size of it was gradually exposed. It was ridiculously thick with a finger sized vein traversing the front. His scrotal sack was smooth and hairless, stretched tightly over two testicles the size of goose eggs bulging outwards from the weight pressing down on them. I continued to pull on his shorts finally letting them. Joan asked me what time I needed to be home to the wife."The wife?" I see the ring." Oh yeah, the ring" I said and then I pulled it off and put it in my pocket.Gail laughed and said, "Most men would do that before coming in here. So what time do you have to be home to her?" I won't be going home to her. She replaced me with several others." Several others" asked Joan. "Not just another guy, but several?"I took a sip of my vodka tonic and then I told them the whole sad story."Your wife sounds.