Some of the male along with a few female members had tried to seduce her on occasion. She took their advances in stride, politely telling them she was... happily married. Who could blame them for trying?Mrs. Emerson is forty years old, five feet eleven inches tall with hazel brown eyes. Her brunette hair reaches to the middle of her back.It is the summer before my junior year of college. I just turned twenty years old. The caddy master allowed me to stay on until I graduated from college.. No buzzer. The thick walls muffled the comings and goings in a thick layer of concrete.Sumire knocked on the door.“Come in. Come in.”A middle-aged man greeted them. Tall and wiry, he still had a full head of hair, giving him an ageless appearance.“Been a while, Kimura,” said Sumire.“Five years at least,” the man called Kimura replied before beckoning them inside. The two sat on seat cushions on the floor as their host poured three glasses of barley tea from the fridge. “Relax. Sumire’s told me. I think my mouth may have actually been watering at that point.The clanking noise of my pump stopped and so did my drooling. I walked into the station to pay the attendant. I paid the cashier and needing to empty my bladder, I headed to the washroom. The washroom, like most public bathrooms in gas stations, had seen better days. There were two rusty urinals, one toilet stall and one sink. I chose the urinal closest to the door, and with great relief took out my pecker for a nice long piss.. As soon as I got back home, I had a relaxing shower and later a delicious meal for dinner that my loving husband cooked for me.I climbed into bed with Victor and I cuddled up tightly to him. It always made me feel safe knowing that he is close to me. I began to drift into a happy dream. Suddenly I felt Victor being pulled from my side. I could sense that something was going wrong. I heard voices but could see no one in the darkness.A strong pair of hands reached down and held me onto the bed,.