Warm hands suddenly covered his eyes, and he could not see. Jiri panicked, and would have jumped up to flee if they had not held him strongly. He felt... the strength in those hands, and felt her hunger, and felt like nothing more than prey."Shhh, Jiri! It's me, Karen. Sorry I haven't called, but I've had a lot on my plate. Please forgive me."Stroking his head, she came around to sit beside him. Today she was dressed to kill: black shoes, black stockings, black pleated skirt, black top, white. However I have on one occasion experienced the pleasure of an older lover when on holiday in Lanzarote. Ted had been working overseas and managed to get a month off so we booked a late deal 3 week holiday at an apartment complex. It was really cheap as it was a re-sell of a cancellation. Possibly the only downside was that it was in an apartment complex in a quiet area used a lot by British retirees who enjoyed a lengthy winter break. The resort was really nice and quiet and some of the people. ?Ugh!? the woman grunted as the goon slapped her on theback of her head. His breath smelled of garlic and onions.She was dressed in a long white cotton robe. She was nakedunderneath, having been ?prepared? for interrogation earlier. With her armsexposed by the short sleeves, her bound hands were obvious. They were cuffedbehind her back with tight steel manacles. In addition a canvas bag had beenloosely thrown over her head. ?Quiet!? the goon demanded in a gravelly voice, ?or I?llgive you more. I turned around and saw three men come towards us. Two of the men I knew. There was John Steiner, probably in his late 50s, and Jake Eisenstein, who was in his early 50s. The third man was about Marilyn’s and my age, mid 20s. All the men shook our hands, and John kissed Missy on the cheek.I introduced Marilyn to the others, but when I got to the young man I was stumped. He responded, “Sorry about that. I’m Jake Eisenstein Junior. I work with Dad.”“Oh, okay.” I glanced over at Jake Senior.He.