I'll be home about 3 be ready.I got wet simply from reading her instructions and hurried to the bathroom to get on with it. I brought a razor, shaving... cream and warm water and sat on the closed lid of the toilet. I spread my legs widely and applied the shaving cream, then I held the razor and with a few strokes I cleaned my outer lips. Then I held my inner lips for some close shaving, I could feel the rush go through my body and could hardly wait to see what will happen, after flushing my front. I posted it on a site called Stories on Line. It was well-received to my surprise. Apparently, there were many old guys with too much time on their hands.I kept writing and they kept reading, some sending kind comments, others not so kind, but on the whole, it was good.I did go back to work but kept writing. What started out as a short story became two very long books and two short stories.Somewhere in there, I decided to retire. That lasted about two weeks, my company had needs for someone on. Wasn't it!"I wriggled a little in embarrassment, the undeniable truth being that she was right. I was well on the way before she arrived, and for some strange reason the thorough spanking she'd administered had done nothing to diminish it, quite the opposite.She was obviously still somewhat riled, and the silence was palpable, she suddenly shuffled around on top of me, sitting now on my lower back, her breathing still deep and harsh as her fingers without warning penetrated me forcefully."You. Someone really grabbed her?”“Mr. Martin, do you recognize either of these guys?”The man said nothing and just stood there. He was staring at the recording, which Whitaker had backed up to the shot when both men could be seen on screen.“Mr. Martin!” Whitaker prompted again, louder.“Wha ... ohh ... ummm...” he said confusedly, leaning in to squint at the recording. “No, I don’t think so. Is she ok? Are you going to find her?”“I’m sorry, sir, but she...” Taylor started, and then realized he didn’t.