When the young woman finally noticed that she had an audience, she turned round to greet her guest."Oh I'm sorry, I didn't see you there." She smiled,... before addressing her receptionist. "Thank you Anya, I can take things from here."With that Anya made her exit and the woman returned her attentions to Sally."I get so caught up in my work sometimes that a US fighter jet could crash into the school and I probably wouldn't notice. My name is Dr. Martina Russell, I do hope you weren't waiting too. There was a man staggering along the rails, basically straddling one of the rails as he moved. Several people behind me were standing outside their cars shouting at him to move off the track I immediately turned off my engine and pulled out the keys, tucking them in my pocket as I climbed out of the car. The train had already passed me, its brakes squealing, its horn sounding as it tried to stop, or at least warn the man who continued his stumbling down the tracks. I stood in helpless horror. Now we extend our emotional sex even further, with sex toys, medication, and our imaginations. The later of course takes our sex lives into our dotage, my own personal preference, adopted years back, was for men in their fifth and sixth generation, allowing my young flesh to be observed, touched, and then ultimately fucked. I gladly received their dead semen into the womb of my young body, taping into a grateful tongue, coaxing an astonished cock back to life, and feeling the appreciation of. " My body was betraying my mind. My heart knew, my body knew. I had never stopped loving this man, never stopped loving and needing my Master. I nodded slowly, giving into my own needs and desires. He smiled at me and said sternly, "Tonight then. Your son should spend some time with his Father. Do you remember how to greet me?" I slowly and deliberately nodded, feeling more alive than I had for many years whispered back, "Yes Master." He proudly looked down at me and patted my rear as he walked.