There wasn’t any dashing makeup on her, although I suspect pink lipstick and eyeshadows. Her eyes dug into mine and then I couldn’t look anywhere ...ther than her eyes. She said that a new trainee would join the company the next day and I was to instruct her on the dos and don’ts of the company.“You can leave,” she said when I was too reluctant to leave her cabin and stared at her for 3 long seconds. It was a bit sad to leave her out of my sight but what I had seen made my day.The next day, as. He calls his wife, talks to her, hangs-up and leaves the room. Comes back about a couple of hours later - he's not alone. Gotta pro with him.A pro what?A hooker; he's paying for sex. Something you'll find is not that uncommon. What is uncommon is what they start doing. She bosses him around, yells at him, hits him with a rolled up newspaper. She makes him do all kinds of weird stuff. That's when the Bottom started to get a little worried. When I asked why, Bottom mentions her high-heel shoes.. ”“You want me to fuck you good now?” Mark asked me.I wanted to cum again and the way they were talking about me and to me was turning me on. “Yes… please… please fuck me,” I told him in a pleading voice.I enjoyed initiating sex or teasing a guy before we had sex or sometimes fucking him like I had fucked Mark earlier, but when it came down to it I much preferred the man to take charge and be rather submissive. I got off on intimate and passionate sex but I also enjoyed it rough and being. ” He grinned. “I’m just here to look at your washer.”“If only it were that easy,” she said. “You’re too young to understand how complicated life is for a woman like me.”“If I can fix your washer, won’t that make things a little less complicated?” he asked.She looked frustrated, for a moment. “Oh, all right!” she sighed. “Come on in. I’ll show you the washer!”She led him to a utility room that was, in fact, piled with laundry waiting to be washed. Her choice of underwear was vastly different.