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Subject: {ASSM} Best Job in the World Part II  MF rom, anal, lt bond.
Date: Fri,  8 Feb 2002 13:10:09 -0500
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This story is a direct sequel to Part I.  It is a work
of erotic fiction.  Any resemblance of the accounts of
this story to actual persons or events is strictly
coincidental.

This story is for the private pleasure of out
audience. Any distribution of the descriptions or
accounts of this story without the express permission
of the commissioner is prohibited.  No animals were
harmed in making this story.

*************



	I said in my first story  that I was not interested
in long term relationship.  But as I approached my
early forties, I began to realize that I was  no
longer the youngest stud on the ranch.  The women who
were younger naturally preferred younger men, and I
did not have quite enough money to get them attracted
to me.  Those who were older often came with some
baggage, usually in the form of an ex husband or two,
and often in the form of a kid from a previous
marriage, or from no marriage at all.  I'm not against
kids, but I don't see how I could fit one in my life. 
Many of these women are more interested on getting a
father for the kid than in getting a lover or husband
for herself.  More than once, I felt I had to leave a
woman's bed when it became obvious that a kid was
involved.  I said I was doing it for her good as well
as mine, and I meant it.  I still had no trouble
getting dates, but I was getting open to the idea of
something more stable.  I'm just saying all this to
explain my state of mind when I met Sherry.
	We had flown in one of our Hawkers to Aruba to do a
swimsuit display.  Naturally, all the women were
gorgeous.  The night before we were about to leave, I
went down to the pool for a drink and a swim.  I saw
her there, crying.  Imagine this incredibly beautiful
woman, sitting alone in a skimpy bikini, bawling.  She
was about five feet six, with long brown hair, and
sun-tan brown skin.  She had the high cheek bones of
the Mediterranean, which gave her the looks of a Greek
goddess.  Her round breasts were full but natural, and
her waist barely bulged above the bikini. 
	Since I knew her name from the plane, I went up to
her and said, "Is anything wrong My Christian?  Is
there anything I can do?"
	"No.  I'm just a has been, that's all."  She said,
between sobs.
	" A has been?  You look fine."  I said.
	"I'm thirty five.  Look at those other girls.  Why
would any man pay to get a picture of me when for the
same money he can get a photo of someone ten or
fifteen years younger? "
	"I think you all look great."
	She pointed at her breasts covered by a layer of
cloth not much larger than a postage stamp.  "I sag. 
I have to work out two hours a day and starve myself
in order to look the way they look naturally." 
	"I think they look beautiful.   You have the perfect
body."
	"Thank you for flattering me."
	"That's not flattery.  That's just my opinion."
	"I'll be lucky if they use even one of my photos from
this trip."
	"How many do they usually use?"
	"Three or four."
	At this point one of the make up girls saw us and
said, "Sherry, stop flirting with the pilot.  Come
over and have a drink."
	I said, "I'd like to continue this conversation after
we get back.  Do you live in New York?"
	"Yes."
	"May I please have your phone number.  I'll call you
when we get back to New York."
	She gave me her number and joined her friends.
	I called her a few days later, and asked her out on a
date.   She said she had tickets to the Metropolitan
Opera from an ex boyfriend, and would I like to go the
following Wednesday.
	I replied, "I love opera. I often hear it when I'm
traveling, but I never have time to attend at home."
	"Good.  Pick me up at 7:00.  I live only a few blocks
from Lincoln Center."
	I did, and we heard La Traviata, with Anna Maffo and
Placido Domingo.  
	After the excellent performance, we went to a local
bar for food.   I had some bacon burgers and beer, but
she just had a salad and some white wine. 
	"I thought you were giving up on modeling."  I said.
	"I don't know.  What else can I do?  I do swimsuit
and lingerie modeling.  You have to have a certain
body type to do that.  The high fashion models have
smaller chests.  I'm proud of my body, and I don't
mind displaying it.  I don't think I'm being
exploited.  But I'm getting to where it's too hard."
	"What else do models like you do in this situation?"
	"Some go into acting.  I tried that.  My ex boyfriend
was an actor.  It was horrible.  I did one low budget
flick in which my character had to run around  in her
underwear, until she got molested by a peeping Tom.  I
didn't even make much money.  I would have gotten more
if I had agreed to go around topless, but to me the
object of cinema is art, not titillation. I was told
if I wanted any more films I would have to give the
director a blow job.   Besides, I discovered I can't
act."  
	"But you are very sexy.  Isn't wearing a string
bikini for Sports Illustrated titillating?"
	"Wearing a sting bikini may be sexy, but not in the
same way.  It still leaves something to the
imagination.   I may be sexy, but I'm not obscene.
	"What did you boyfriend say about you not acting?"
	"I had thrown him out before that.  I had wanted to
have a baby, but I was the main support for us.  In
order for us to do that, he would have to get a real
job, because a baby could ruin my body for modeling. 
He was just too lazy.  Besides, I found out that while
I was out of town on assignment, he was screwing my 
best friend.  In our bed.  And you know what?  He
married her and they are expecting a baby."
	"Did he get a job?"
	"No.  She supports him.  But she was a fashion model,
and there is plenty of work for pregnant fashion
models.  But I'll bet he cheats on her if he has a
chance."
	"Yes.  Men are bums," I said, smiling.
	"Present company excluded, I hope, " she said.  Then
she asked, "Have you been in a relationship like that,
if you don't mind  my asking."
	"No.  I travel too much.   But with a girl like you,
I might change my mind."
	I walked her to her apartment.  She kissed me good
night very sweetly, but she did not invite me in.
	I went out for dinner with Sherry two weeks later. 
This time her appetite was better.
	She said over her veal medallions, "I decided to
quit.  Why not quit when you're at the top, right."
	"Good for you.  I'm proud of  you.  But why now?"
	"I just got tired of it.  I'm tired of starving
myself for breakfast and working out two hours in the
evening to keep my youthful figure.  I'm  also tired
of having to give blow jobs to account reps and
designers to show off his, or hers, over-priced pieces
of nothing."  
	"What are you going to do, now?"
	"I don't know.  I know I don't want to get married. I
value my independence too much.  And I'm past 35,  so 
the kid thing is over."
	"Do you have enough money?"
	"Not enough to retire on."
	"Do have enough to live on for a while, while you
develop something else?"
	"I could pay the rent for a few years, but I'd be
living off my savings."
	"Maybe you could go into the business side of
modeling.  Like be an agent.  Maybe you could go back
to school and get an MBA."
	"No.  I never even finished college.  I quit after
sophomore year to make money modeling."
	"What else do you  like about modeling?"
	"I like the travel.  I like visiting new places and
meeting new people."
	"Then maybe you should go into the travel side of
modeling.  You could go back to school and major in
travel and tourism.  With you contacts, I bet you
could do well at it."
	"That's a very good idea. I'll think about it."
	We talked for a long while over drinks.  After
dinner, I again walked her back to her apartment.  She
kissed me very passionately, but she did not invite me
in.
	I called her several times over the next few weeks. 
She seem happy to talk on the phone, but she put me
off regarding any date.  I finally concluded that she
wasn't really interested.  
	I was surprised when she called me two weeks later to
invite me to a party.
	When I picked her up, I asked,"What kind of party is
it?"
	"A retirement party."
	"Who is retiring.?"
	"I am.  I am retiring from modeling.  Thanks to you."
	"Why have you been avoiding me for the past several
weeks?"
	"I just wanted to have all my ducks in row before I
saw you again.  Now everything is all set."
	We arrived at the party at a loft in the TriBeCa
section of Manhattan.  There were dozens of people
there, a few of whom were familiar from various photo
session trips.  Sherry introduces me as her friend Don
,the pilot.  The loft was covered with signs which
read, Good Luck, Sherry,  and with photographs of her
in swimsuits, underwear, various Victoria Secrets
garb, and a number of photos of her standing next to a
truck.  Although Sherry wore a jump suit which showed
off her cleavage,  she was modest compared to many of
the women, and not a few of the men.  Her agent
introduced the event.
	He said, "We are here to send off one of the finest
swim suit models in the business.  Every trip must
have an end, and Sherry has decided to end hers.  She
has decided to go out while on top of her career,
before that inevitable decline.  She was one of the
best for fifteen years.  She was always prepared,
always pleasant, always made a lot of money for me
(every body laughed),   and we will miss her very
much."
	Every body cheered and a few were crying.  
	Then Sherry got up, " I want to thank everybody for
giving me a great run.  This job was fun and exciting.
 I got to meet all kinds of famous people.  I believe
that modeling is about beauty.   I was blessed with a
body which could display beauty.  But beauty does not
last forever.  I am going on to the next stage of my
life.  I am going back to college to study travel and
tourism.  When I complete my degree, I hope to see
many of you as clients in my new career.  And I
especially want to thank my new friend, Don for giving
me the courage to see this through."
	She brought me to the center of the room and gave me
a big kiss.
	During the party, some one asked me what I did.  I
said I was a jet pilot.  I again explained  what I did
and gave her my card.  Sherry heard us and said,
"Unlike most of us, Don actually has a usable skill." 

	When I took home, Sherry again gave me a kiss but did
not invite me into her apartment.
	This time I was upset.  I said, "I thought you liked
me.  But when we come here, you never invite me in. 
I'm starting to wonder if you have another lover in
there."
	"I do like you.  I don't have another lover.  The
only other thing in there is my cat.  The reason I
don't invite you in is because I'm afraid I might end
up in bed with you."
	"What's wrong with that?"
	"I'm tired of one night stands.  I want it to be
special,  especially with you."
	"What do you want to do?"
	"Let's go somewhere romantic.  Away from New York. 
How about next week end?"
	"I am going to Europe tomorrow, so I don't have time
to set it up.  How about it two weeks?  Where do you
want to go?"
	"Okay, two weeks.  Surprise  me."
	With that she gave me a warm kiss and went inside.
	I asked around for some ideas.  I had some extra
vacation time due, so that would not be a problem. 
But where do you go romantic in the middle of March on
only two weeks notice.  On the trip to Europe I asked
the client, Mr. Aronson for advice.  He came up with
the perfect solution.
	So I called Sherry back and told her to be ready by 
noon on Friday, to pack lightly, but to a carry at
least one nice outfit.  I picked her up and we went to
the airport.  I had rented a single engine Cessna
Skyhawk for the weekend.  She had never been in a
small plane before, so she found it exciting, but she
got a bit nervous as we were rocking in the wind.  We
took off and headed north east along to coast of
Connecticut and Rhode Island.  When we got to New
Bedford, Massachusetts, I  turned right and headed
over the ocean to Martha's Vineyard.  We over flew the
Vineyard and began our decent into Nantucket.  It was
windy on the way down because a storm was coming up
from the south, but we had no trouble landing and
tying down.
	When we got down I called the inn that Mr. Aronson
had recommended.  I already had a reservation.  We
were picked up and taken to the inn.  The inn was
actually a beach resort, with swimming, sailing, golf,
tennis, and biking.  The rooms were large and
luxurious.  Our room had a fire place, jacouzzi, and
wet bar, with a king sized bed.  
	"This is going to be great, " Sherry gushed.
	We changed and went to the down for dinner in the
inn.  We ordered wine and dinner, but I did want to do
anything which would dampen our enthusiasm for the
evening.  When we got back to the room, there was a
fire in the fireplace, and some champaign on ice.  
	"Let's have the champaign later.  Right now all I
want to drink is you."
	I hugged her tight and started to play with her tits.
 She excused herself and went to the bath room.  When
she got out, she was wearing a Victoria Secrets night
gown with amply displayed her assets.  I gave her a
kiss and got undressed down to my short.
	"Darling, you look ravishing."  I said.
	"Then ravish me."  She said, and climbed into the
bed. 
	I joined her on the bed and held her in my arms.  I
kissed her, and sucked her tongue for love.  She moved
over me and reached inside my shorts.
	"You won't need this."  She said, and pulled them
off.
	She started to play with my prick, softly and gently.
 
	"That feels great.  You have a wonderful touch, " I
said.
	I reached over and fondled her tits, while she played
with my prick.  I then pulled off her lingerie.  "You
won't need this, either." I said.
	"Let me get you ready,."  She said.  And she moved
over and covered my prick with  her mouth.  She moved
over me slowly,  letting my prick expand .  
	"Do you like blow jobs?"  She asked.
	"What man doesn't?  Do like doing it?"
	"Only as a prelim to the main event."
	She leaned back, and I put two fingers on her pussy. 
She closed her eyes and started to moan.  She felt
warm and wet as I massaged her slit.  She began to
lurch slightly, so I knew it was time for the main
event.  I climbed over her and slowly placed my prick
on her waiting slit.  As I entered her, she sighed.
	"You feel so good," I said.  "I could stay with you
for a while."
	"So could I, but don't keep me waiting too long."
	I started to move with her.  She pushed up at me
until we got into a rhythm.  With each push, she
sighed with pleasure.  Her sighs  got louder, until
they became shouts.  The bed was rocking beneath us.  
	"Are you ready?"  I whispered.
	"Yes.  I'm here for you.  Now." She said, before her
shouts degenerated into orgasmic screams.  Her
excitement brought me to the edge, and I started to
pour my love juice into her eager pussy.  I kept going
for several seconds before I was exhausted.  As I
started to come down, I kissed her all over, including
her tits and chest.  She held me tight and then let
herself relax.
	"Thank you,"  I said. "That was truly wonderful."
	She said nothing for a few seconds, and then said,
"You were wonderful.  Better than I expected.  Better
than I've had in a long time."
	We held each other for several minutes, until I got
up and declared, "It's time for the champaign."
	I poured two glasses and said, "To you."
	She replied, "To you.  To us."
	After the drinks, we went to sleep.
	The next morning I awoke with her playing with my
prick.  I said, "Let me go to the bathroom, and you
can do anything you want with me."
	She said, "I'm hungry.   Let's shower and go down for
breakfast.  We have the rest of the day for play."
	We did, although I had a hard time resisting her in
the shower.  She teased me with the spray and tried to
soup my balls.
	I said, "If you  continue doing that, you're going to
miss breakfast."
	When we got back to the room after breakfast, Sherry
said, "I wonder how the jacouzzi is."	
	We stripped off our clothes and got it ready.   It
felt warm and luxurious.   As we sat there, she
resumed playing with my balls.  
	"Sit on the edge of the pool, "  I said.
	She did.  I got into the pool and started to kiss her
pussy.  
	"Do you like cunniliguis?"  I asked.
	"What woman doesn't?  Do you like doing it?"
	"Yes,  but not as a replacement to the real thing."
	 By this time she was leaning back, giving me
complete access to her cunt.  She spread her legs wide
and let me bury my tongue deep within her.  I licked
her clitoris until she was screaming with pleasure. 
Within minutes, she was cumming, almost as hard has
she did the previous evening. 
	"What about the real thing.?"  She asked.  	
	"Stand up and lean against the bed post." I said.
	She did, knowing what I had in mind.  She leaned
forward as I put my hands on her hips.
I thrust my prick into her wet cunt, burying myself
inside her.  
	"Oh this is too much,"  She said, sighing.
	I decided to take my time.  I wanted to make it last
for her.  But as she got more excited, I got more
excited too.  I then knew I couldn't make it last much
longer.  I grabbed her and started to pound into her.
	"Let me have it.  Give me everything you've got." 
she screamed.
	I did.  She was moaning incoherently as I slammed my
semen all over her.  When we were finished,  she
turned around and embraced me.  We got back into the
jacouzzi, and just held each other until lunch.   
	It was still stormy after lunch, so the beach was
out.  But the weather kept many people away, which was
good for us.  We used the pool for a while and then
went down to the bar for a drink.  Saturday night was
a formal night there, so we dressed up.  Sherry wore a
cocktail length dress with a plunging neckline, which
showed she wasn't wearing a bra.  We got our share of
stares in the dining room.  Sherry was used to it, but
I wasn't. The price to pay for dating such a beauty, I
thought.  
	There was a small band and dancing, but again because
of the weather, the inn was half empty.  We danced for
a while, and talked to some other guests.  Sherry's
explanation that she used to be a fashion model got
plenty of nods and smiles.  
	"Perhaps you've seen me in the Victoria's Secret
catalog or in the Sports Illustrated swimsuit
collection, " she said.   
	Some of the women, who were with much older men, knew
all about Victoria's Secret, but many of the women
didn't even know what Victoria's Secret was.  
	"Did she have a secret about Prince Albert?"  a man
asked.
	I think many of the men were jealous of me for having
such a pretty girl as my date.
	After dinner we went back to the room.  Again there
was champaign and a fire.
	Sherry stared at me and then slowly undid her dress. 
It dropped to the floor, revealing only her panties
underneath.  She walked up to me and I reached out for
her tits.  She stood there letting me fondle her for a
few minutes, and then she said, "Let me undress you."
	She removed my jacket, tie, and shirt.  When I was
naked from the waist up, she unbuckled my belt and
pulled down my slacks.  She untied my shoes, and
pulled the slacks off and tossed them onto a chair. 
She then pulled down my shorts, leaving me naked.  She
then pushed me onto the bed.  Without any
preliminaries, she pulled off her panties, and climbed
onto the bed with me.  
	"Let me do this my way."  She said.
	I was very happy to let her.  She positioned herself
over my prick and lowered her pussy over it.  Soon she
was rocking herself over me, squatting up and down. 
It felt great.  She kept going for several minutes.  I
reached up and grabbed her tits, and used them as a
handle to guide her rhythm.  She closed her eyes,
grunting with each movement.  
	"Keep going, love,"  I said.
	"I can't go much longer.  I'm going to cum soon." She
exclaimed.  
	Her orgasm hit, but mine didn't.  So I rolled her
over on her back and kept going into her.
	"I can't go like this." she pleaded.
	"Yes,  you can."  I maintained, and continued
pumping.  Because I had an orgasm earlier in the day,
I needed more time this time. 
	"I don't believe it.  You're making me cum again.  Oh
my God."
	I kept going at it until I was ready to cum too. 
After letting my cum rush into her, I pulled out.
	"Finally, I can relax. You're going to be the death
of me."  She said, as she kissed me sweetly.   
	"Can you think of a better way to die?"  I said.
	We got up and had our champaign.  I put some music on
the radio.  We were able to get a classical music
station from Boston, playing some Mozart. 
	"Do you want to make love some more?"  She asked.
	"I think three times in twenty four hours is enough. 
I'm not as young as I used to be, " I said.
	"I agree.  Who is?"  she said sweetly. 	
	The next morning we decided to sleep in.  The inn was
serving a Sunday brunch later than usual.  We ordered
coffee and juice through room service and just
luxuriated in each other arms.  When we got up to take
our showers, Sherry started teasing me again.   She
took the soap and washed my entire body, lavishing
special attention on my prick.  This time, I was not
going to let her get away with it.   I found another
bar and launched a counter attack.  I lathered up her
body, especially her tits and pussy.   We were both
covered in suds.  She pushed against me, letting the
soap provide a silky slide for our bodies.  I held her
tight, but then I pushed her against the wall of the
tub.  I picked her up, and let her fall on my prick. 
I had her pinned against the wall and could do what
ever I wanted to her.  I just stood there letting
myself penetrate her as deep as I could go.  She held
me tight, enjoying every minute of it.  But I knew we
could not just stay there.  So I started to move
inside her, getting her excited.  She was panting from
the effort.  I held her still, so I was doing all the
work.  She had no choice but to let me have my way.  
I was panting soon, too.  
	"Give it to me, lover.  Make me cum again."  She said
quietly.
	With that encouragement, I began to piston into her,
moving as hard and fast as I could. She was screaming
incoherently again as her orgasm erupted.  I kept
pushing until mine erupted too.  I gently released her
and let her clean herself off.  After I finished my
shower, we went down for brunch.
	The weather had finally cleared, so we rented bikes
and rode around the island.  We packed picnic lunches
from the hotel.  We rode to a beach and sat on some
rocks.  We also rode into a small village and bought a
few souvenirs from Nantucket.   The sun was going down
when we got back.  We  decided to dunk nude in the
jacouzzi  for half an hour changed for dinner.  After
dinner, we sat in the bar and walked around under the
stars.
	When we got back, we decided we were too tired to
make love.  But we undressed and held each other's
naked bodies until we fell asleep.  Monday we were
scheduled to return home.
But after breakfast, we needed another long loving
fuck.  We got undressed and caressed each other,
touching everything.  I knelt down and kissed her
toes, and gradually moved up her body.  When I reached
the top of her legs, I bypassed her cunt and went to
her face and chest.  Then I moved down form her
breasts until I finally reached her pussy.  I wanted
to kiss it to show how much I loved it.  I held her
ass and thoroughly  kissed and licked her pussy and
clit.   She was in heaven.  I then moved over so we
were in the sixty-nine position.  She took my prick in
her mouth while I continued to lick her pussy.   But
she was getting so excited, she couldn't give my prick
the proper attention.   So I moved back and decided to
penetrate her the old fashioned  way.  We were soon
moving together in unison.  She rapidly reached her
peak and squealed for pleasure.  I kept going until I
was there too.  She had another orgasm before we were
finished.
	We decided to relax in the jacouzzi for a while
before it was time to return to the airport and fly
home. 
					**********

	After that weekend, we saw each other regularly.   I
began to consider Sherry to be my girl friend.  We had
no intention of moving in together, but we enjoyed
each other whenever I could get to New York.  She
didn't have a car, so it was hard for her to visit me
in New Jersey, but she did occasionally.
	We tried to develop a pattern where either of us
would do what the other person wanted. Usually, she
did what I wanted, but occasionally, I did it her way.
 We discovered that we preferred sixty-nine with her
on top.  We tried all kinds of  positions.   Sex
became  routine, but never boring.
	Once, I asked her about getting it in the ass.  She
said she would try it sometimes.  I also asked how she
felt about bondage and  submission.  She said she was
not into pain, but bondage might be okay if it wasn't
painful.  She had only one requirement.  She had to
cum.  She didn't mind what I did to her body, as long
as I made her cum.  
	One day I was coming back from a long trip to Europe.
 I know how to deal with jet lag by getting the body
on to the normal day/night schedule as rapidly as
possible.  That means going to bed as soon as the sun
sets.  Unfortunately, Sherry did not know that.  When
I arrived at her  apartment, I wanted to go to bed,
while she wanted to play.   I demanded to go to bed
and we would get together in the morning.   She didn't
like that, but she accepted it.  When I awoke the next
morning, I found her playing with my prick and sucking
it, even though I was still a bit groggy.
	"Cut that out,"  I demanded.
	"But I waited for you all week,"   she said
	"Well, get me some coffee and a light breakfast, and
let me take my shower, and then we can play."
	She got me  coffee and a croissant.  I got up to use
the bathroom, and then turned on the shower.  When I
got in, she got in with me, and again wanted to play
with my prick.
	"I said, cut that out."   I said.
	"But I need you,"  she said.
	"If you don't stop you're really going to get it."
	She continued to soap up my balls.
	"You're asking for it."  I said.
	I took the soap away  from her, and pulled her
towards me.  I took some soap and stuffed some up her
ass.
	"Oooh."  was all she said.
	I then put my  finger up her ass and wiggled it.
	Again she went,"Oooh."
	"If you like that, see how you like this?"
	I pulled her out of the shower and made her stand in
front of the bathroom sink.  We were both soaking wet,
but the room was warm.   I kept one finger in her ass,
and opened up the cabinet with the other hand.  I
pulled down some cold cream and put some in her
rectum.  When it felt nice and smooth, I jammed my
prick up her ass.
	"Stop.  You're hurting me, "  she complained.
	"Relax.  If you just relax your ass hole, you'd
really enjoy it."
	Just to make sure she did enjoy it, I put my other
finger on the clitoris.  She braced herself against
the sink as I went into her.  The tight ass got me
very excited.  My prick swelled as I pumped her.  Her
complaints turned into grunts of pleasure.  With each
push on her behind, I also pushed my hand up her slit.
 
	"This is too much.  I can't hold it."  I exclaimed,
and let my semen pour over her ass.
	  I could tell she wasn't ready yet, so I stayed with
her and moved my finger, until she came, panting hard.
	"That felt very nice.  I'm sorry I hurt you, but I
think we both needed that."  I said.
	"Yes.  I deserved that.  Let's finish our showers so
we can go to the park."  She replied.
	After that, I usually went home after a long flight
and went to Sherry's the next day.  We tried it in the
 ass a few times after that, just for a change, but we
didn't do it often.

					*********
	We were resting in bed one morning, after another
long flight,  when she asked me whether I tried to
find other women when I was traveling.  I said, that I
did if I was going to be away for more than a few
days.  After all, we were not married. and did not
intend to get married soon.   In general, I found a
prostitute.  Usually, they were not as good as she
was.  I asked her if she dated other men when I was
away.  She said she fantasized about it, but never did
it, because she did not want to hurt our relationship.
 She loved me because I believed in her when she
wanted to change her life.  She stopped using drugs
and sleeping around.  As a result of being with me,
she started to feel better about herself.  We enjoyed
going to music, opera and theater.  We agreed that
whatever we did,  we would not lie about it.  An
affair just lasts for a night, but lying can rot the
soul.  
	One morning a few months later,  I went to her place
the morning after a long trip.  When I got there, she
was wearing a bra with a place for her boobs to stick
out,  crotchless panties, long stockings, and way too
much makeup.  
	"Good morning,  Master.  My name is Sherry, and for
the next twenty four hours, I will be your love slave.
 I will do anything you command me to do."  she said
as she greeted me.
	It took me a few minutes to get into the proper frame
of mind to play the game.  Finally,  I said, "Sherry,
what do you have for me to command my pleasure?"
	She said, "Master, I have some wonderful toys."  
	She showed me fur lined hand cuffs, play whips, and
ropes made out of plastic.  I picked up the whip and
cracked it over her ass.  
	"Ouch,"  she said.  I could tell it made a noise, and
maybe left a slight sting, but no damage.  
	I said, "Sherry,  if you want to please me, you will
have to honor my prick."
	She went for my slacks, and pulled them down.  
	"Undress me, " I commanded.
	She did so, and began to play with my prick.
	"Suck it.  Make it hard."   I said.
	She knelt down and went at me while I stood there. 
It felt great, but I wanted to stretch this out, so I
did not want to cum yet.  I pulled away from her.  
	I took the hand cuffs and said, "Give me your hands."
 I cuffed her, and dragged her over to the bed.  I
took her hands  and tied them to the bed post using
the ropes. 
	"Now I have my love slave where I want her."  I said,
and tried to chuckle in a sinister way.  I bent down
and put a finger in her slit.  When she seemed wet, I
found a dildo that she had put next to the cuffs.  I
put the dildo inside her and pushed.  She rapidly got
excited at the thought of  being used like that.  I
got her to the point where she was almost ready to
cum, and then I stopped.  I got on top of her, letting
her think I was going to fuck her.  Instead, I moved
up and put my prick between her boobs.  
	"You are now going to get tit fucked, my slave."  I
said.
	I placed my prick between her breasts in the false
bra.  I pushed the boobs together, such that they
covered me.  I then started to move between them.   I
then pushed forward until I hit her mouth.  She could
not lift her head because her hands were tied behind
her.  She just had to take my movements.  I continued
to push between her breasts until I felt my cum
starting to rise.  I moved even faster, letting my cum
splash all over her face and chest.  When she was
fully covered, I pulled back and picked up the dildo.
I knew that it I ever wanted to play this game again, 
Sherry would have to be satisfied.  
	I placed the dildo into the crotchless panties.  She
got excited again.  This time I did not stop as she
was getting ready to cum.  I moved my hand as fast and
as hard as I could.  She was screaming as she came,
because the tension was so great.  She pushed up with
her legs against the dildo, but I kept going with it
until I was sure she was finished.  I then removed the
dildo, untied her hands, and let her sit up.  
	"Thank you , master,"  she said.
	I asked her how long she was a slave.   She replied
that we had only done it for an hour,so we had
twenty-three to go.   I requested some lunch, but she
said she didn't have any thing, so we would have to go
out.  I told her to get dressed.
	She said, "But master, I'm all sticky with your cum."
	I realized that there was only so far I could take
the game.  I then said we could take showers together,
but she should not get me too excited, because I
wanted to save some energy for later.  That made her
smile.
	After we dried off,  I asked, "Where did you get
those toys?"
	"A girl friend who is into this stuff lent them to
me.  I thought it might be fun."
	"Even the dildo?"
	"I washed the dildo off, first."
	"Where did she get the stuff."
	"There is a sex shop down in the Village."
	"Let's go there after lunch."
	We got dressed, but I told her not to wear a bra
under her t shirt.
	We took a cab to the shop.  They had the stuff we had
tried, plus gags, anal plugs, and some balls that
would keep a woman horny.  They also had serious
whips, ropes, and masks.  We bought some sensuous
creams, and some other toys.  We then walked around
the Village and found a  cafe, where we could people
watch.   There were the usual collection of gays and
lesbians, along with the usual collection of tourists.
 We found that some of the tourists were also watching
us, because I was playing with Sherry's breasts
through her shirt.  We had dinner in the Village, and
then took a cab back to her apartment.
	When we got back, I decided to try the creams.  I 
told Sherry strip down to her panties, and I did the
same.  I told her I wanted to rub the creams over her
body.  She lay face down on the bed, and I squirted
some on my hands.  I started with her legs, carefully
massaging each calf and thigh.  I then moved to her
buttocks, and lifted her panties. I poured lotion all
over her back, and rubbed it in.  I then told her to
roll over.  I spread lotion over her chest and covered
her breasts.  I then moved down and spread oil over
her pussy.  She was soon wet both inside and out and
was enjoying every minute of it.
	I then told her to get up and put the lotion on me. 
She covered me the same way I did her.  Her touch was
very relaxing and sensuous.  After she put the lotion
on my prick, she lay down on top of me.  The  lotion
made her feel smooth and sexy. She slid all over me.  
	I said, "Slave, get me hard, so I can enjoy you."
	She knew that meant she would enjoy me.  She put both
hands on my prick and rubbed slowly.  After my prick
had expanded to full size, I pulled her down onto the
bed next to me.  I got up behind her and said, "Slave,
lift up your ass.":
	She didn't know if she was going to get in the ass or
the cunt, but I prefer the cunt.  I told her to lift
higher, and then stabbed her cunt with my huge penis. 
She sighed as I filled her.  I did not want to be
gentle. Instead, I grabbed her hair and pulled her
back as started to fuck her hard.  I also pinched her
tits, getting her even more excited.  She got up on
her hands and knees, so she could push back at me. 
Her grunts became more frequent as her orgasm
approached.  As soon as I could tell she was cumming,
I grabbed her hips and pulled back on them until I was
as deep as possible.  I then released my cum into her
eager cunt.  I kept fucking her  until we were both
drained.   I then pulled out and lay down beside her. 

	"You are the best love slave in the world."  I said.
	"Thank you,  master.  You are the best master in the
world."
	We lay there for a while,until we decided another
shower would be good to get the creams off our bodies.
 The rest of the evening was spend listening to music
until we went to bed.
	When we got up the next morning, Sherry said, "You
still have four more hours of slave."
	I ordered some breakfast, in bed.  We were both
naked.  After breakfast, I pointed to my prick and
said, "Slave,I think you have some work to do.  Use
your mouth on it."
	She moved down the bed and leaned over me.  She
opened her mouth and took the whole thing in.  She was
moving on me slowly, but I told her to go faster.  As
she increased her speed, it felt wonderful.  
	"Slave, make me cum.  Make me cum in your mouth."  I
ordered.
	She addressed herself to the task, giving my prick
her full attention.  I just lay there, letting her
fuck me with her mouth.  She looked at me a few times
as she moved all over me.   She used her lips to
increase the pressure, getting me even more excited.  
Because I had already cum that night, it took her some
extra effort to get me to cum, but she was up to it. 
As she moved,  I felt my cum started to boil.  The 
tension was a pleasant kind of pain.  Suddenly, I knew
I was only seconds away.
	"Don't stop.  I'm almost there.  Yesss." I said, as
my cum spurt into her waiting mouth.  She tried to
swallow it, but most of it dripped out, onto her chin.
  I sat up and embraced her.  I then pushed her back
onto the bed.   
	I got up and found the plastic rope that we had
bought.  I tied her down on the bed. 
	"I want complete access to your body, slave."  I
said.
	 I then put a finger on her slit and said, "Open
wide."
	She opened her legs, and then I licked her clit.  I
fondled her tits while I played with her pussy.  I
used my tongue to slurp over her clit like an ice
cream cone.  Each touch got her  more excited.  I used
my mouth and fingers over her.  I then put three
fingers inside her cunt and moved them around.  
Finally, I inserted a fourth finger, and began to fuck
her with one hand, while playing with her tits with
the other.  The hand action was enough to bring her to
the edge.  She tried to move her legs to facilitate
her orgasm, but she  couldn't because of the ropes. 
She  had to wait for me to bring her off.  I wanted
her to wait as long as possible, but I knew that I had
to let her release eventually.  And when she did, her
screams and squeals were almost loud enough to wake
the neighbors.  Sherry did not take sex quietly.  She
yelled for several seconds before I felt her relax. 
When she did, I released the ropes and helped her to
her feet.  I kissed her sweetly, as we stood there
naked, in her bedroom.
	She said, "I am glad I decided to play the slave
game.  Don't expect it every week, but I think it was
nice for a change.  I sure got a charge out of you."
	I said, "Yes.  You can be my slave any time.  But I
don't think I want to be a  love slave to you."
	"Well,  we still have two hours."  She said.
	Sherry added, "You can visit hookers when you're away
if you want to, but when you're home, you belong to
me."
	I replied, "You're better than any hooker, any way. 
I can't think of a woman I'd rather belong to.  Of
course, that means to you belong to me, too."
	We showered and dressed went to the park for the day.
 We held hands as we walked through the park.  I think
we were falling in love.	

					******	
	Sherry had numerous friends in the fashion, arts and
theater worlds.  When she went into business as a
travel consultant, they became her primary clients. 
Eventually, her friends became my friends.  Several of
her friends were raunchy.  She liked them as people,
but felt they slept around too much and had too many
affairs.
	One evening, we had gone to an off-broadway show that
several were involved in.  I didn't really like it,
and I don't think Sherry did either, but we said nice
things to be polite.  After the show, we went to a bar
with two couples that she knew,  Ruth  and Dave and
Jane  and Jim.  
They were often flirting with each other and with us,
and making suggestive remarks. By this time, I had
bought Sherry a large diamond ring, as a gift in honor
of  our second anniversary of the romantic week-end in
Nantucket.  We called it a love ring rather than an
engagement ring, because we had no firm plans to get
married.
 	Nevertheless, Ruth asked Sherry, "When are you two
getting married?"
	Sherry answered, "We may get married eventually, but
we're no hurry.  I travel with my new business scoping
out venues for my clients, and Don travels as a
pilot."
	Dave added, "That's too bad.  We'd like to invite you
to our couples club, because we think you're both
sexy, but we have a rule that every couple should be
married."
	Jane said, "That right.  That's because we don't want
to be the breakup of someone's happy home."
	I thought I knew what kind of club, but I asked
anyway.
	Dave said, "Well, we get together and exchange keys,
and each partner goes home with another spouse.  Of
maybe we get together and party in someone's home."
	I said, "It's almost worth getting married tonight. 
I haven't been to an orgy in years."
	Sherry didn't say anything, but I could tell she
wasn't happy.  Finally, she said, "I lost a previous
boyfriend because he started to sleep with my friends.
 I'm not loosing this one."
	I said,"Don't worry babe, you wont loose me."
	We went to Ruth and Dave's apartment for some more
drinks in a more comfortable atmosphere than a bar. 
As we were sitting there talking, I noticed that Ruth
got up and sat next to Jim, and Dave went to be by
Jane.  After a few minutes, Ruth had her hand on Jim's
cock through his slacks, and Dave was feeling Jane's
breasts through her blouse.   Nobody seemed to mind. 
In fact Ruth had opened Jim's fly and had pulled his
cock out from his shorts.  Dave had opened Jane's
blouse and was unhooking her bra.  Sherry and I just
sat there in disbelief.
	I said to Sherry, "This is going to get interesting,
but if you want to, we can leave now, before things
get out of hand."
	By now things were already  out of hand, or rather
they were in hand.  Ruth  had Jim's cock in her hand
and Dave had Jane's boobs in his.  Suddenly they were
living  from hand to mouth.  Ruth was sucking on Jim's
cock and Dave was kissing Jane's tits, and feeling her
panties.
I started to get excited and put my arm around Sherry.
	I said to Sherry, "I'm getting excited watching this.
	"I am, too," She said.  She started squirming in the
couch, and grabbing my cock.
	I said, " Let's go home and make love."  
	Ruth pulled off  Jim and said, "You can make love
here.  We don't mind."
	Sherry responded by kissing me passionately.  I
pushed her down on the couch,  kissing her and playing
with her tits through her shirt.  She reached under my
slacks and played with my ass.  I looked over at the
others.  Ruth had pulled off her panties, and was
letting Jim take her from behind, while Jan has
stripped naked and was riding Dave's prick .
	Sherry said to me, "I want you, now.  But I don't
want them."  
	I said, "Let's go to the bedroom."
	She said, "No.  Here.  Now."
	She pulled out my prick and lowered my slacks.  I
removed her panties, so I could have her.  As the
other couples were going full bore, I entered her. 
The couch was not very comfortable, but we didn't
mind.  As Sherry got more excited, something amazing
happened. The other couples stopped what they were
doing and watched us.  Sherry was gasping  for breath
as she got more excited.  I know her well enough to
tell when she was going to cum.  I knew it would be
soon by how hard she was breathing.  I wanted to time
it so I would cum when she did.  Her panting got
louder as her orgasm approached.  She suddenly let go
with a screech, which told me she was about to cum.  I
started to ram her as hard as possible, as she bucked
and screamed with pleasure.  My sperm was pulsing in
my penis and filling  her cunt with love juice. 
	 As we relaxed, we noticed the other couples staring
at us.
	Jan said, "Sherry,  was that as good as it looked and
sounded?"
	Sherry nodded.
	Ruth added, "Sherry, you've been holding out on us.
You can't be selfish.  You've got to share him with
your friends. "
	Sherry said quietly, "Okay, you can share him, if he
wants to. "
	I was staring and the beautiful naked bodies of  Jan
and Ruth,  who looked good enough to eat, but it
didn't feel right after just making love to Sherry.
	Dave added, "Sherry, what about us?  If Don gets to
fuck Jan or Ruth, can we do you?"
	Dave waved his erect prick in her face.
	"No, I don't want you."  Sherry said, as she sat up.
	"But you used to give head to account reps when you
were a model."   Jim added.
	Sherry replied, "That was years ago, when I didn't
have a man, and when I wanted something from them. 
Now  I have Don and I don't want anything from you."
	Dave said, "Don't you want Don to have sex with Jan
or Ruth?"
	Sherry then answered, "No.  I don't want him to have
sex.  He's my boyfriend, but I don't own him.  I just
said he could if they wanted to.  I just don't want
them to do it behind my back."
	She started to get dressed and went to the bathroom.
	I said to Jan and Ruth, "Some other time, ladies.  I
don't want to hurt Sherry's feelings."
	When she got out, I used to bathroom, and then we
left the apartment.   
	Over the next few weeks, both Jan and Ruth called me
at home, offering to come to New Jersey to visit me. 
I had not expected that type of reaction from them,
but I was flattered.  I told them again that I did not
want to hurt Sherry or go behind her back.  Even
though these women were younger than Sherry, there was
nothing they could offer me which would match what I
had with her.
	So it was a mild surprise a month later when I went
to Sherry's apartment, and found both Jan and Ruth
waiting for me.  Ruth was wearing a halter top and
shorts, while Jan's shirt opened half way down the
front.  Sherry's outfit of a sleeveless blouse and
matching slacks looked conservative by comparison.  Of
course, I thought Sherry was prettier, but that may
have been love talking.  
	"What do you want?"  I asked them.
	"You," they said in unison.
	Sherry added,"  They both called and said they wanted
to come over.  They said they did not want to go
behind my back, so here they are in front."
	I said, "This isn't fair. You can't ask me to choose
between my girlfriend and two other pretty women."
	Ruth said, "You can have Sherry any time.  You have
to choose one of us this time."
	At this point, Sherry came over and whispered the
words, love slave, in my ear.  I winked at her and
knew what to do.	I pulled a coin from my pocket.
	I said to Ruth and Jan, "This is a British tuppence. 
It as a portrait of  Her Majesty on one side and a
leaf on the other.  I am going to toss the coin, and
Ruth, you call it in the air.  The winner has to do
exactly what I tell her to do, no objections.  Sherry
will be here to make sure you don't get hurt."
	Ruth asked, "If I win, do you promise to make love to
me the way you did to Sherry last month?"  
	"Yes,"  I said.
	"Me, too?" asked Jan.
	"Yes."
	"Then toss the coin, " said Ruth.
	I tossed to tuppence.  Ruth said Heads.  It came up
tails.
	"I win, I win." cheered Jan.
	Ruth looked dejected.  "What about me?"  She asked.
	"You can either leave or stay and help. But if you
stay, you also have to do exactly as I say."
	"Will you have sex with me if I stay?"  asked Ruth.
	"Maybe.  We'll see."
	"I'll stay."  Ruth said.
	We were still in Sherry's living room.  I went up to
Jan and told her not to move.  I put my hand on her
breast, and then opened her shirt.  She was not
wearing a bra.  I played with her tits, at first
gently, and then roughly.  She closed her eyes, and
sighed.  I then undid her short skirt, letting it fall
to the floor.  I put my right hand on her pussy,
through her panties.  I told Ruth to also strip to her
bra and panties, but she wasn't wearing a bra either. 
After touching Jan's pussy  for a few minutes, I lead
her and Ruth to the bedroom.  Jan and Ruth didn't
notice, but Sherry had gone ahead to set things up.
	In the bedroom, I took the toy whip and wave it in
front of Jan.
	I said to Jan, "I want to make sure you'll be good. 
Turn around and lean against the bed."
	When she turned around, I gave her several lashings
with the whip.  The whip could sting a bit, but it
could not really hurt anyone.
	"Ouch.  You're hurting me."  Complained Jan.
	I hit her some more.
	Jan complained, "Sherry, he's hurting me.  You've got
to make him stop."
	Sherry leaned over and said, "The whip is just a toy.
 That's just to teach you for going after my
boyfriend.  Besides, you wanted him to do to you what
he did to me.  Relax, you'll enjoy it.  I promise."
	I pulled Jan around roughly, and told her to open my
trousers and lick my  prick.  Each time she didn't do
it hard enough, I hit her lightly on the shoulders.  I
also told Ruth to remove my shirt, and to make sure I
was completely undressed, while Jan worked on my
prick.  Jan took a few minutes to get into what she
had to do, but she started to put some effort and
creativity into it.  It felt as good as I knew it
would, but  I did not want to cum in her mouth, at
least not yet.  So I pulled her face away from my
groin and jerked her up.   I then threw her onto the
bed.
I quickly tied  her arms and legs to the bed posts,
using ropes that Sherry had placed for me.
	Sherry was just sitting there, with a glass of wine,
enjoying me abuse her friends.  
	I leaned over her and tried to cackle in my best
fiendish voice, "Okay, my pretty bitch.  Let's see
what you have in your pretty pussy."
	I started to kiss her pussy.  Because she couldn't
move, she couldn't respond in any way.
She strained against the ropes as I licked her pussy,
and started to rub her clitoris.  I put two fingers
inside her and rotated them around, while using my
tongue on her clit.  Jan's effort to loosen the ropes
only made her more excited.  She was groaning with
each lick on her pussy.
Ruth was sitting on the bed watching me lick Jan's
clit, also getting excited.
	I said to Ruth, "Are you enjoying what I'm doing to
your friend?"
	Ruth just nodded.
	I added, "Then take off your panties and show me your
cunt."
	Ruth peeled off her panties and knelt on the bed in
front me,  with her cunt right in my face.
	I said to Sherry, "Let Ruth have a dildo if she wants
to play with herself.  I'm too busy with Jan."
	Ruth seemed disappointed again as she accepted the
dildo and leaned back on the bed to play with herself.
  She needed relief after watching my efforts with
Jan.  
	Jan needed relief too.  As I rotated four fingers in
her cunt, she hunched against the ropes and bucked
into an orgasm.  She moved her cunt against my face,
until I was sure she had unleashed a good one.  
	I moved up onto the bed.  "Did that feel good, my
pretty bitch?" I hissed.  
	I kept touching her cunt, until she whispered, "Yes
that felt good."
	"Then this will feel even better."   With that I
thrust my prick deep inside her.  
	"Oh my God, " She exclaimed. 
	I pushed into her several times.  And then I ordered
Ruth to untie Jan's legs.  I told Jan to raise her
legs over my shoulders so I could fuck her better.  I
was really battering into her, taking her to a fever
pitch.  She kept on muttering, "My God,"  as I rocked
into her.  With her legs over my shoulders, she could
not push against me, but again had to take it.  And I
was giving it.
I pinched her tits and slapped her ass to get her even
more excited.   She was getting ready to cum again.  
	"Yes.  Yes.  Yes."  she  exclaimed as she closed her
eyes and let the orgasm flow.  I kept going at her
until I was ready to cum, too.  My body jerked as my
semen filled her cunt to overflowing.  I kept it up
for a few more second, and then pulled out.  
	After she was finished I untied Jan's hands.  She
rolled over on the bed and started to cry softly.
	Sherry asked her,  "Jan, are you okay?"
	Jan said softly, "I'm okay.  That was just too much. 
I've got to pee."
	I asked Sherry to take Jan to the bathroom.  That
left me with Ruth.  I told Ruth to lick the cum off my
prick.   When she finished licking me clean, I held
her breasts and moved the dildo around for her.  She
was clearly excited, but not ready to cum.
	Sherry came back with Jan and told me, "I think you'd
better leave Jan alone for a while.  She wasn't ready
for such rough sex."
	I said, "Okay.  I wanted to dominate her,  but I'm
not cruel."  Jan climbed onto the bed and assumed a
fetal  position. She may have fallen asleep.
	I then turned to Ruth and said, "With your friend
wimping out, I can give you the full attention you
deserve."
	She smiled at first, but frowned when I removed the
dildo.
	"Come over here and get me ready for action."   I
commanded. I had the feeling that rough sex would not
be a problem for Ruth.   I knew I could be good for
another round in a few minutes.  I lay on my back as
Ruth grasped my prick in her mouth.  She was a better
cock sucker than Jan.  In fact she was almost as good
as Sherry.  She played my prick like a flute, blowing
here and sucking there.  My prick grew almost
magically in there mouth, until it was fully erect.  
She knew that she would be the beneficiary of what
ever I planned to do with it.  
	When I was ready, I threw Ruth face down at the foot
of the bed.  I tied her hands to bed posts, but I left
her legs free. I wanted her at the foot of the bed so
her head would be free. 
	I commanded, "On your hands and knees, bitch."
	She immediately obeyed.  I thrust the dildo back into
her cunt, causing a sigh to issue from her.  I then
took some cream and poured it in her ass, getting her
rectum wet.
	I said, "Okay, bitch.  Prepare to be ass fucked."
	She replied, "Yeah.  I like it there too."
	Sherry grimaced slightly when she heard that.  She
will let me do her there occasionally, but I knew she
preferred it in the cunt.  Frankly, so did I.  But
this time, I wanted to give Ruth something she would
remember.  
	I rammed my prick up her ass.  I could hit the dildo
as I went into her, essentially giving her a double
fuck.  She yelped when I entered, and held on tight to
the bed.  But she was eager to  push back at me,
increasing our excitement. 
	 With each thrust, she yelled, "Yeah.  Yeah . Yeah."
	I grabbed her tits.  I pulled her hair.  I slapped
her ass.  Each time, she got more excited.  Her first
orgasm hit almost immediately.  She screamed until she
was short of breath.  But I was not ready.  I kept
going as hard as before.   I did not want her to let
up.  
	She was yelling, "Oh!  Oh!  Owe!"  as I moved around
her ass and cunt.  I wanted to time my cum  with hers,
but she beat me  to it, again.  So I kept going, until
she was incoherent with pleasure and pain.  Then I let
her have it.  My semen flowed into her ass and dripped
down her buttocks.   She was wet from me as well as
from perspiration of her endeavor.  I relaxed, pulled
out, and removed the dildo.  I then untied her arms,
letting her slip down onto the bed.  She lay there for
about a minute before she could even move.
	She said, "That was worth the pain  you put me
through.  You were wonderful."
	By this time, Sherry had gone to the door.  She had
ordered some Chinese take out food for dinner.  She
served us the dinner, along with some wine.  Food and
drink were enough to restore Jan to her former nature.
  I put on a short bathrobe which I kept in Sherry's
apartment, but the two women ate naked.  I was
temporarily spent, but I still enjoyed looking at
these two well fucked bodies.
	Ruth said to Sherry, "Thank you for sharing your man
with us.  You are lucky to have him.  You can our men
any time."
	Sherry replied, "As I said at your apartment, I don't
want your men.  When you leave, Don will still be here
with me.   You can have another go with him, provided
you're nice to him, and to me, and he wants to.  But,
I don't want you going behind my back.  That would be
cheating. "
	Sherry did not want me to have another go with the
women.  As  soon as dinner was over, she gave them
their clothes, as if hinting it was time for them to
go.  When they left, I showered, helped change the
bed, and relaxed with some music until bed.  The next
morning, Sherry and I had the most passionate session
in months.  
	I saw Ruth a few more times, once at Sherry's and a
few times at her apartment, when Sherry was out of
town.  But I never had sex with Jan again.  
	One advantage of being the boyfriend of a travel
agent is that we got lots of perks, such as discounts
on cruises and hotels.  For example, several times we
made love on the exterior balcony of a luxury liner. 
We gave some passing yachts an eye full as Sherry
climbed over me and sat on my prick.  We thought of
doing it with her leaning over the railing, but that
seemed too scary.
	I am now ready to retire from flying commercially. I
want to do other things, while my health is still
good.   Most particularly, Sherry and I will finally
get married and actually live together.  It will be a
civil ceremony because neither of us is religious in a
conventional sense.  Sherry  is a non-observant
Catholic and I am a non-observant Jew, and neither of
us in  comfortable in the other one's house of
worship.
	At first we thought I would go into Sherry's travel
business.  But I made a considerable amount of money
getting into IPO's from clients in the dot com world. 
I got out of each investment after the minimum six
months.  I lost on a few companies, but in general my
investments tripled.   If Sherry and I each sell our
condos, we will have well  over two million, which is
enough to live on, even in a shaky economy.  In a few
years, our IRA's will also kick in, adding some more
wealth.  
	So now we're planning a long honey-moon, which may
turn out into a permanent honey-moon.  We plan to live
in the south of France, probably near Avignon, if we
can afford it. Sherry may even go topless on the
Riviera.  We have seen most of Europe, but at an
altitude of  40,000 feet. Avignon is on the main rail
way system and several major highways.   We'll buy a
small car to tour slowly, and get the feel of the
country side.   After a year or two in Europe, we'll
move to Philadelphia, where our parents are from and
use it as a base to tour America.  
	Au revior.  

	
	

	
		
	

	  
	
	
	

	

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