"Girls, I don't think Mr. Kinshi believes I'd have #5 rape his ass, or that she'd obey." Whatever you desire, Master." Slave #5 said. "I exist only to...please you." She unfastened the strap-on from Slave #1 and began to affix it to her own pelvis. Mr. Kinshi pressed the intercom button and called for the hit squad that had stormed the company picnic. Damon smiled. He could sense them approaching. He froze them in place when they tried to draw weapons on him. With their muscles locked as tight as. Those piquing him weren’t crones or haggard. Women throughout their 30s and 40s fluttered around Duff Scharlach’s gallery. Working on some antsy schedule, these women frequently landed, nervously burbled, then flew. He assumed most were faculty wives. Their flightiness seized his eye. Not regal but many encroaching upon that attribute, one whiffed former easy attraction yielding to future labored allure. Most he could imagine younger. His age. Still very callow, Abercrombie somehow intuited. She had delayed telling me for a couple of weeks, uncertain how I would take the news."Feeling okay?" I asked as we sat at the island in the kitchen. It was a Saturday in March and snow swirled outside. We had decided to postpone our trip into town.I watched her push her breakfast around on her plate. It was rare that Abigail didn't have a hearty breakfast appetite. I was concerned she was sick.I moved around behind her and massaged her neck and shoulders, feeling the tension there."You don't. " Oh he's keeping out daughter tonight. I could have got my mom and dad to do it, but he wanted to spend some time with her." Well then, let me take you home," offered Dan. He considered making a crack about stay-at-home men not being real men, but sensed it wouldn't go over. Females always liked to act as though they wanted a sensitive man. They wanted a REAL man instead, of course, but didn't dare admit it.Carol eyed Dan up and down with a speculative look in her eyes. Had he been less.