"Please come with me," Karen said. She turned and led Jack into the same corridor he had entered on previous visits, but into a different room.Inside ...the room was the same as the others Jack had been in. There was the paper covered examination table in the center of the room and the small desk to one side with the wheeled, armless office chair."Please remove your clothes and have a seat on the table," Karen instructed. She turned to her desk and worked for a few minutes in some papers.Jack. Yep, I was coming to appreciate that woman and what she could do for me. Martha even let me out of the house for about three hours to visit the saloon. It also served as the local gentlemen's club, so I had a chance to see most of my friends. I even played a little penny-ante poker.By noon of the next day, I was starting to feel a bit stir-crazy. I decided that I was going back on the road the next day. Martha was against it, but even she finally gave up when I proved too stubborn for her. " "Good evening Harold!" she chimed cheerily as she pushed the button to the elevator. She sighed, ticking away the seconds, her body splotchy and slick in the florescent light, the night written on her skin in jizz and dumpster juice. The doors opened, and she hopped in and pushed the button for the penthouse. It was a long ride up, but she savored the anticipation for the finale of the night. She never thought her start as a lowly programmer would lead her to found a major software company,. He entered her with one swift thrust, unable to contain himself, his desire. She cried out his name, moving against him, needing him deeper, pulling him deeper, with his every thrust. He pumped his hard length in and out of her, changing tempo every so often. Fast and hard, then teasingly slow and tender. He suckled her breast, as he brought both of her hands to rest above her on the pillow, near the headboard at her head. Capturing her wrists with one hand, his free hand trailed softly over.