“Sir, I am sorry, but Ms. Johnson doesn’t allow people just off the street to see her dur—”. She was cut off by an intercom on her desk which ...uddenly came to life with a presumably young woman’s voice which said “Emma, I expecting a visitor by the name of Richard Black. When he arrives, please send him directly up to my office.”Emma stared dumbly down at the intercom for a moment, then put on a smile (most likely fake, thought Richard) and said “follow me.”He followed Emma to the elevators,. The compliments ... I never thought I’d actually do it myself ... I’ve had chances before – had boyfriends wi’ dogs ... But they never asked, or I didn’t want to say anythin’ and risk losin’ ‘em if they didn’t approve ... So I never acted on my fantasies...”Now she’s back in that bikini, sitting astride the bike, smooth thighs spread wide around the fat gas-tank ... Looking right into the camera. “But now I’m single ... And I’m bored ... And you’re here ... With your cameras ... And him...”We. She dried off slowly, her core still warm with the memory of those unexpected vibrations. She assumed that Dodds would be putting another all-enclosing outfit of some kind on her, since that seemed to be his particular fetish this year. So she dried herself even more thoroughly and, after powdering herself all over with talcum, she exited the bathroom. Like a butterfly from it's chrysalis, she thought. Dodds seemed unimpressed with his butterfly, however. He did smile appreciatively, even. They had been going for quite some time but Richard was finding it more and more difficult to hold back his spunk and eventually he lost the fight as stream after stream of fluid entered a deliriously happy Margaret.When they were in a post fuck cuddle Richards said, "You amaze me, I assumed that you were so fucking straight-laced." Yeah, well I never thought of you as a boy that likes his botty smacked," teased Margaret."Well we are finding out things about each other and being with you is so.