'Layla' and I had to work late most of the week. And in our talks during those hours we grew closer. The conversations got more intimate. She was sham...eless. Told me about her past lovers, one night stands and masturbation. She had this amazing story about a guy she took home, but never had the intention to fuck. He was so pushy she had let him jerk of over her feet, which seemingly was a hilarious situation. One morning I was preparing for work and texted if she wanted to ride along. The. Fifty two year old men are not supposed to be having better sex than they had in their twenties and thirties, but last night…well it was the best night of my life.” “Thank you for saying that. Tom, have you ever gotten a blow job while driving?” “I can’t say that I have. Have you ever given one?” “Never, not once. This will be a first. How good is your concentration?” “I think it's pretty darn good. Why?” “Set the cruise control on sixty two miles per hour, keep two hands on the wheel, keep. No aches, no pains to speak of. She needed this downtime from her usual busy life. Nothing to think about, no worries here. She felt the last of the orange-red rays of the sun touch her closed eyelids as darkness started to fall around her. Suddenly, despite sleeping on and off all day, Margaret felt exhausted, she needed the bed more than she had needed anything in the world. The few steps there telescoped into what felt like miles but somehow she managed to make it and. First, that the First Son was young. Like twenty something. And that he had on jeans and a printed graphic tee. The second was that he had his feet up on his desk. The last thing he noticed after sliding his eyes around the room was that the First son was also extremely hot. Huge baby blue eyes, fair skin, and contrasting dark purple hair. ‘Leave us.’ Vasly was looking right at Ash with a hungry look. A look that screamed of power and dominance. ‘Now,’ He barked to his two bodyguards. They.