I felt different – not wrong or uncomfortable just different. That feeling of putting on clothes you have worn before, but not for a long time. They...don't seem to fit at first and it takes a few minutes to remember how they hang.I began to realize that part of why I could see was because I was glowing. I looked at myself and could see words written across my chest and down my arms. It was not in any language I recognized and yet I could read it. Words of protection and power. Strength.. Then shewrapped her arms around my neck and lifted herself to enfold me with hersoft thighs. She reached down to take my cock and guide it onto her warm,moist pussy lips. My cock was so rigid, it was more than ready to plungeinto her. Moving the head along her slit, she got it nice and wet, thenput it against her hole and slid down it. My body shook as I penetratedher love hole, feeling her wet pussy enfold my hard shaft, sliding all theway down till it was impaling her to the hilt. I. Well, the old lady suffered from a weak heart; the cause for her death, ultimately. The excitement given by a proper-hook up would have shortened the duration of my employment for her from roughly a year to a few sessions or so. Her heart wouldn't have been able to handle it, unfortunately. Yet it's not as if I ever went home unfulfilled – sexually speaking, that is. Especially that one time. There was one time she told me she couldn't take it anymore, that she felt sorry for her failing. Simply being with another guy for each other’s pleasure and nothing more. What ever it was it was burned into my memory and was all I thought about. The next morning I woke up with a hard on and immediately thought about what had happened the night before. Fueled with my newfound desire I decided to stop back after work the following day. Got there about 8PM and took my time to take in what was happening. I pretended to look at videos on display and watched as men file in and out of the viewing.