Boy, was I surprised.’ ‘With a body like yours, there’s only one kind of party I’d be looking for but I’d bet this is bullshit. Who put you ...p to this? Did Jake put you up to this? Fucking asshole is always trying dumb shit to test me. I ain’t falling for it.’ ‘In my sweetest voice I said, I don’t know any Jake and I’m not kidding. Trust me on this. I’m just horny and from the way you were staring at my tits I’m guessing you are too. How would you like to play with these? For emphasis I pulled. It was an interesting picture. Marcus was a little over six-feet of well-groomed, older gentleman, his skin lightly golden where you could see it, his tailored butler's suit helping to hide his well-muscled build. Kind blue eyes and short, dark brown hair just going to grey, he could have been somebody's grandfather.Sensei was a bare inch taller than me, about five-foot-six, his corded muscles flexing as he shifted his weight, his swinging arms pale and dusted with the freckles that went. " What's that?" he asked."Be careful, okay, I don't want to have to explain this to Selena and the girls."There was a pause and I could hear him take a deep breath and let it out. "I'll see you at the office."Waskoff is normally pretty chatty but it was a quiet ride to my apartment. I gave Evans my key, and he and Reed went in to make sure it was safe. Two minutes to get the all clear and then the three of them escorted me inside. Once we were inside Evans went to check out my car and bring it. "We're getting there Dr. Mortenson," said Martha Patrick, "but--" and she looked down at her panties "--it's a bit difficult when the barrier's still up and this young stud is still under starters orders." Love the racing analogy Martha." I looked down at the matching panties and then looked at Martha as I held up my good left arm. "I... er... don't suppose that you could... ?" Give you a hand? Oh no Justin--" she smiled sympathetically "--this is part of the therapy." She wiggled her bottom..