I had never tasted myself before. He stood back up and told me to get down and take my clothes off. Standing there, exposed now, he took off his pants... revealing his 9.5 inch cock. I couldn't believe how big it was. He told me to get on my knees as he put his dick in my mouth. He grabbed the back of my head as he thrust inside of me, making me gag in the process. He wouldn't stop, he kept going, bringing tears to my eyes. It turned him on even more. He pulled out and bent me over his desk. He. Then she turned me to face a large mirror on the wall. ‘Take a look,’ she said. I stared at the face in the mirror, it really didn’t seem to be me. The cheeks were sunken, dark circles under my eyes, 34 years old but the face looking back was at least 50! Lee took my weight, 152, blood pressure, all the rest of my vitals, and made some notes in a little book. ‘Get dressed,’ she ordered, ‘I took a guess on the sizes.’ I looked at the fresh underwear, new socks, a pair of slacks, shoes, belt,. Mrs. Dietel was sitting facing me, her eyes looking fiercely into mine. I could see a white silk-covered knee which led down to her thigh- revealing garters. One of the lady's hands was inside the front of her dress, one button undone, allowing access so she could manipulate her own breast. The other hand crossed the front of her body and was obviously placed between her legs, which I could not see."Would you like to fuck me?" Again the question, but this time I could see the needful desire in. Reaching the counter, she ordered her standard – an extra large caramel macchiato, nonfat, no whip, then moved down the line to wait patiently for her order to be called. She felt someone bump her from behind in the queue. Not a bump, really, a nudge, a slight graze over her ass with what was surely a hand. Turning around, prepared to be furious, she stopped, stunned. It was him. Him, the one exception to her many rules against dating colleagues, him, the firefighter she had met and kissed like.