She was in tears. I caught her hand and said its ok da , lets try this now. She brought the syringe and the sample bottle of the sperm. Now here start...s the twist of the game I told her that if we insert the syringe it will pain for her and that she need some lubrication for the syringe to go inside smoothly and also for the sperms to flow inside smoothly. She asked me what to do. I said the the best way is natural lubrication. She was silent and looked into my eyes with innocence. I told her. The pungent stench of anal sex and those grunts of pure, bestial lust. The heat radiating from iron-hard cocks and fire-rimmed buttholes. The smoke generated by the friction of hard flesh pounding into a violated sphincter. The power, the power that comes from tabus being shattered, traditions torn asunder. Those beautiful, achingly beautiful young studs with their tight little buns, and those tight little buns being violently ripped open, penetrated. Fucked! And, sometimes, sometimes, I wish. We both stopped walking and faced each other, like a pregnant pause, so close and each of us on the verge, 'How come we never connect', I heard myself say, my knees went weak, I felt giddy, nature, I wanted to be naked I wanted him to fuck me and I reached out slightly and touched his arm, then suddenly and with spontaneity, we started kissing, at first softly and unsure, then with force as the passion broke like a dam, as he tore at my clothing and bared my flesh, as eagerly as my flesh craved. I can’t say I didn’t question the wisdom of my solution. Randy needed to understand his actions had consequences. My plan for a free-night once a month allowed me to inflict on him some of what he put me through. The difference being, I could do this without actually crossing the line into adultery—but he wouldn’t know that.Some people might have considered Randy’s secretary to be sexy with her plastic boobs and bleached blond hair, but as I stood naked in front of the foggy mirror, it was.