I don't fully understand it myself. My hope is that by putting this on paper it will help bring some clarity to me. Help me understand what I did to F...red and to myself.Things happened quickly after my initial meeting with Jack Hanson. The following Monday the new office manager arrived. His name was Greg Bartlett. Greg was a bald chubby guy about five and a half feet tall. He was friendly but he was all business in his activities around the office. Mr. Bartlett was a good manager and knew how. Before she could consider this any further, the old man turned to her and said quite clearly ‘Goodbye, Chris, my lovely angel!’ For a moment she thought she saw the old sparkle in the nordic blue eyes. She was never sure because they immediately returned to the senile dullness she knew too well. Back into her routine again, she patted the withered shoulder and said ‘Good night, Colonel. See ya in the morning.’ After Chris left, Diaz moved to take the handles of the chair and wheel him back into. I knew he was close to cumming when he stopped me and told me to stand up. I did and he took my bra off. Took my nipple in his mouth and sucked on it. Gentle at first then harder. I was holding his head to me. His hands were on my ass squeezing and rubbing. Then I felt his hands undoing my shorts and lowering them to the floor along with the thong I was wearing. Then there was a slap on my ass, just a reminder of who was in control. I smiled. He is always in control. As he was sucking me I. She looked just great naked; her pretty pink nipples were perfectly erect, she had a flat stomach, a firm butt, and at a time when women didn't regularly shave their pubic area, her red bush was almost invisible. Sally knew how to play to the camera, and with Karen's professional eye they soon had an impressive collection of sensual, beautiful photography.Artistic endeavor aside, the whole thing was very sexually stimulating for Sally, and when Karen asked if she cared to take some risque.