I am fifty-six and could use some flattering photographs."Fifty-six? I thought. She really looked more like forty, though I was restricted to looking ...at her face. Her skin was smooth and silken-looking, her eyes almond-shaped and totally devoid of any wrinkles, just marble-smooth and unblemished, her cheekbones beautifully raised. Perhaps underneath her robe, there's a different story."So, how do you want to start? In the robe you have on? Something else?" This is traditional Japanese, yes, we. “So David how did you feel about it?” she asked. David told her he was annoyed but he worried about his job too so he just accepted it. “My God” she exclaimed “that is so disgusting. But I can see, looking at you Joy, why my husband used his position to get you into bed. And David, I am so sorry. Come with me and let me make it up to you. By the way, my name is Christine”. Christine and David left the room and left me sitting there all alone. I could only imagine she was going to give him money. "Jenny, I thought you were going to cooperate. Have you forgotten? Do you want to just go home?"Jenny thought about the predicament they were in. She had no idea that "anything" might include a blowjob. She tried to gather herself. She tried to calm herself enough to answer, but she just couldn't bring her words out into the open and somehow acknowledge this act."You're just going to have to give me some time to get used to the idea." She sobbed as she looked once more at her husband with her. After an awkward, but mercifully brief silence, we managed to steer the conversation on to a variety of subjects, films, politics, music, I can’t remember what else. The conversation flowed freely enough, and the miles passed pretty quickly. Despite the ease of our conversation however, there was an underlying tension that was almost tangible. The atmosphere inside the car pulsed with a furtive sexual energy and a silent rhythm that matched the pulsing between my legs.We’d been driving for.