We're in a busy publishing office that is quickly leaving the print format for digital. I was hired with the help of one of our elderly sorority sisters (a national sorority), Lizbeth. When I first reported, she took me out to dinner, gave me long, glancing looks and explained all the office politics to me, including the fact that she was once the office wife to the chairman and through him quickly moved up through the ranks.

Liz is a handsome, salt and pepper haired woman, tall and statuesque, with beautiful eyes, stunning powerful legs with muscular calves that I cannot take my eyes off of. I was very attracted to her. My mouth watered just thinking of her pussy. I dreamed of tribbing her into the night. When the chairman retired he moved to Carmel, California and Lizbeth was suddenly available. Three of the other executives immediately hit on her. Only one was above her pay grade by that time. She decided to put out for all three and remain free of involvements. This was good decision.

Confessing that back in college she had done half of our sorority members, she invited me to take a room in her large, stately home in the upscale part of town and after I moved in, I made a move on her. To be honest, by that time we must have made moves on each other. I cannot imagine what was going to keep us from bedding, right away. When she said to me, in bed, "Oh, God I'm seeing stars," I knew I had hit pay dirt. She's one lover with benefits and beyond. I am her sex-doll and slave. I maintain an edge of aloofness so as not to spoil her. I'm sure she's playing a similar game but we are at each other's bodies daily.