Suppose I get horny and want to let him fuck me.I told Ann I could handle that too.Ann then said that she would not even think of it if she were not c...ompletely in control.Suppose I don't like something he does or says and I want to call it off.Suppose I just do not like him and I get out of here is that going to affect your job she asked.I told her that my job was not in danger no mater what.I promised her she could be in control.Ann took the last sip of her wine and gave me her glass to fill. I only know how to measure health one way and that's by the quality of sperm."The men laughed and grunted. "So I'm going to need some sperm donations to check your health."One of the guys shouted, "How do you take your sperm donations?" I could see several men feeling their packages through their pants."Well, there's really only one way to accurately check sperm for quality, isn't there?"I paused for a second. Then I took both of my index fingers and pointed them at my mouth."Orally."The guys. " Sean hid his own grin. "I guess they all played to hard."One of the women laughed. "OMG! That Ian is a trip! At one point, I think he actually -" she stopped and looked at me. "I think he had a lot of fun." One of my employees do something inappropriate?" I asked but no one seemed willing to answer."Someone did something damn inappropriate last night." One of the guys laughed. "They were doing it so hard, they knocked one of the pictures off the wall in my room." It was me." The Twins said in. You felt hideous and terrified. How could you not kiss?Your lips locked together. Exalted. Avid.The wall you fell against scratched with old chalk the last hopes of ever saving the gown for another night. You did not care. His tongue danced with yours, in the music of the city's screams. His caresses climbed along your neck, your thighs... Your teeth ripped against skin, with abandon and mad happiness. No one ever knew what was the spark that lit it all. A forgotten candle, a Molotov cocktail.