By the time I managed to turn them off, my apartment smelled like an ashtray, though I’m proud to say that I quit smoking almost a year ago. As if t...at start to my morning hadn’t been bad enough, the air conditioning in my car went out on the way to work. The drive from my apartment takes a good forty minutes and by the time I got there, my hair was plastered to my head and my button-down shirt and pencil skirt were clinging to me at odd angles. I managed to straighten myself out in the women’s. But the dish looked identical, as did the raised circular platform beneath it.Victor turned to me and grinned happily. "What do you think, Mr. Lawyer?" he asked. "Just like home, eh?"I looked at him. "I feel like Han Solo," I said evenly. "I have a bad feeling about this."He started back at me for a moment and then barked a short and humorless laugh. "By God, you're a cool customer, eh?" he said. "I'll give you that. Anyone that isn't down on their knees right about now begging me not to use. . Can you feel how hard my cock is, lady?" She didn't say a word, but I felt her body trembling with fear. " That... was a question... cunt... Can you feel my cock?" "Ye... ye... yes, sir... I... I... I feel it." Her voice, even when she was crying, was very sexy. I brought my left hand round to the front of her sweat pants and palmed her meaty pussy. " Mmmmm, lady, you got a nice fat pussy. She tried to wriggle away, but I put my right arm around her neck in a kind of chokehold and said,. "Kevin," she asked suddenly, "how old do you think I am?"Even at fifteen I knew what a dangerous question that was. I took a swig of milk to stall while I tried to think of a good answer. My mom was forty-four, and Judy looked to be much younger than that. But still, from the few times I had seen Sam, I judged him to be in his mid to late fifties, so how young could she be? In those days, it wasn't normal, or 'nice', for younger women to marry guys much older than they were. I decided that.