”“We’re happy to listen to you vent. That's what bars are for, right?” So I gave them the cliffs notes version of the day, talking about how... my employees where under stress, Trevor’s asinine resignation, and the pressure of finishing this latest project.“Trust me,” said Steve. “I know all about having too many responsibilities. You can only control what your employees do so much, and stuff outside of your own control makes it even tougher. Its’s one reason I married Rachel!” He looked at. The hostess met us at the door wearing a dress Miss Scarlet would have killed for. She took us to our table and a waiter came, also dressed in 1860's plantation period clothing, to take our order."I am really glad you asked me to have lunch with you, Michael. I would never have been able to come to a place like this on my salary!" Well, I am glad you came too. I wouldn't have known of this place and I wouldn't have had such lovely lunch companionship!" Oh, Michael! You're going to make me. More will follow!The year 2140 and the world is a very different place.100 years ago strange craters began appearing in large fields, parkland and deserts. People were baffled by them. Some said it was alien life, but such statements were laughed off to begin with.After some years of these craters appearing, concerns began to grow. They were causing damage to the farmland across the entire planet and the numbers of these craters were increasing dramatically.After about a decade odd people began. As he finger fucked me, he moved his thumb back and forth against my clit. I was on fire and knew I was damn close to coming. Squeezing and stroking his big cock, I realized that I just had to have it inside of me. Pulling his face back up to mine, I kissed him again and whispered "Fuck me Rick. I want you to fuck me!" Needing no further enticing, he moved to the floor on his knees, pulling me to the edge of the couch so that he was kneeling right between my legs. Reaching his right hand down.