Bob fucked my pussy, ass and mouth every day while calling me a slut and whore. He loved fucking me from behind and slapped my ass and pinched my tits...while making me say what a nasty whore I was. And maybe he was right. Daily, I thought of the nasty man at the tattoo parlor fucking me and wishing I was with him.After about a month, Bob began to change and seemed to lose interest in having sex with me. We went from having sex 3 and 4 times a day to once a day, then once a week. After Bob left. Before I finished the coffee, She was back wearing denim shorts and Black top. Her milky thighs were exposing in the shorts. We were back to the car. Now I and woman were alone in the car.Me- You have a nice house.Woman – Thanks.Me- What do your husband do?Woman – He is a businessman and I assist him in business.Me- That’s good both are earning together and it’s big.She laughed.Woman – You are a great player of words and what do you do?Me- I am still searching for me but I like writing.Woman –. And I never learn without proper punishment.I got the feeling that he timed his exit to coincide with my own. We exchanged smirks before I thrust the note back into his hand and returned to my desk, excited in a new kind of way.Later that afternoon I was looking up some old invoices in Records Retention. The security guards had partitioned a large closet off the storeroom into a small changing area complete with lockers and a tiny green-tiled shower. A naughty impulse swept common sense aside. Fortunately my dad and mom raised me as if I was a town kid. Many 'rural folks' didn't have such luck or foresight. Dad also had interests other than agriculture. In his free time, mostly during the winter months, he played around with tech toys, something he had picked up in his Air Force stint, as he had been trained in aviation electronics, and became a ham operator after getting out. In fact, he was thinking of making it a career and had worked for a couple years as a tech at Collins Radio.