. never mind.As she walked me to the hallway, threading our way among quietly busy staffers, Constance said, “Give my best to Barton. He’s a good ...one, Winter.”Barton Diller may well be a good one, but he had the round, damp face of a little boy who’d never quite been able to please his mother. Moist handshake as well.But the 56-year old man exuded warmth. Charm. Bright blue eyes glistened with, I assumed, intelligence.Barton was dressed like a power broker from the 80s. Navy suit-pants, black. I don't know why I watched those, I never jerked off. Only fags do that. I guess I just liked it because I was learning from them. I never had the "birds and the bees chat" so, I didn't know much about sex. I sat there watching the TV and wondering what it would be like to actually "do it" someday. Would I like it, or would I hate it? Ohh well, I thought, I guess ill just have to wait and see. I nodded off with the sounds of people fake fucking. When I woke up the next morning, I felt something. ******* When morning came the two women awoke at sunrise, and then slowly and passionately made love once again. After eating breakfast, Darla took Sofia back into the bedroom and hand cuffed her to the bed. Sofia then watched intently as Darla strapped on a harness around her waist and attached the longest and thickest rubber cock she had ever seen. Darla then held up another rubber shaft and told Sofia, in a menacing voice, ‘now it is my turn to be the teacher. Now turn over and get on all. He prefers old fashionedforms of speech in this sort of situation. As I cross the floor I see heis wearing what seems to be a dressing gown, odder and odder for a man whois normally meticulous in his dress. Sitting back in the chair I look atmy boss, engrossed in whatever he is doing. A man of fifty-two with a head of purewhite hair, he's a couple of inches over my 5' 10", narrow face with deeplines in the cheeks and a high forehead hinting at the power of his mind.His eyes are the most.