Ohio, where there were plenty of real men with thick salamis ready to rock her into ecstasy. All she knew was that she spent a fortune buying soft and lacy undergarments and nothing seemed to be happening!īack home in Ohio, the type of silken wear she would wear could cause all-American cocks to stand up and salute the flag. Her female associates often joked about the “thumbtacks” that seem to be posted on her breasts. She spent an entire week’s paycheck to buy that blue-laced brassiere, allowing her ample nipples to show through her blouses. She often went to Victoria’s Secret to buy enticing lace undergarments. Her male associates were cordial and efficient but did not express any sexual interest in her: they either were involved, fat, ugly, or gay. When she volunteered to be transferred to her company’s branch office in Marin County, California, she didn’t realize how valuable straight males would be in the city. A five-digit salary that prompted her to leave Ohio and settle in California seemed useless to her now. Here she was, a top junior executive employed by a Fortune 500 company, and she couldn’t find any eligible males to satisfy her wanton passions. The sweet scent of garden flowers teased her nose and caused her to breath deeply and expel a large sigh of disgust. Sunlight lazily streamed passed the door and a soft warm breeze enveloped her nude body. With her back porch door opened, Laity sat down on her country sofa and laid a tall glass of ice tea onto the floor.