"Well, Suzi fucked me hard, putting on a good show for our neighbor who, by the time we had finished, seemed to be gone from the window.We knew her, o...f course, her name was Sharon Walker and she was a few years older than me, probably around thirty.Sharon was a teacher, elementary school, I believe, and was single. She was attractive, not beautiful, but nice-looking, and fairly tall, probably about five-nine.Her hair was shoulder-length, kind of dirty-blond and straight with bangs in the front.. " Ni! No! Nooooo!" she kept saying no and ni over and over agian i slapped her agian she stopped. " Quit i dont like hurting my slaves," i push one of her legs up and spread it. She screams i see her fingers dig into her palms i smile looking down at her little pussy. " I wonder," i said softly i slide one finger in she cried saying no over and over agian. " No wonder," i mutter she was high price she was unused a virgen her flower was still there i could feel it. Her pussy sucked my finger. ’ ‘Hmmm…so what do you do?’ He laughed. ‘Nice subject change. But I’m a nurse anesthetist at Methodist Germantown.’ ‘Really? I hear there is a lot of money in that.’ I said glancing around his car as if I was acknowledging that he did indeed have a beamer. ‘Yep, that’s pretty much the only reason I do it—for the money.’ He snickered. ‘Sorry, sometimes I can be a little…’ ‘…Aloof?’ ‘Okay, not exactly the word I was looking for, but I deserved that.’ ‘No, you probably didn’t…I became a CRNA. The herd instinct, 5 men, all smirking as I poured the coffee and handed out the cups. Not one said thank you, all of them were lost in thought about some big business decision. Either that or trying to look down my blouse. I left again. Demeaning, that's what it was, demeaning and degrading. I'd get my own back one-day. I sat at my desk in the outer office. I had a stack of typing and filing to do, without making the flight and hotel reservations for him the following week in Las Vegas .