The old boss, his body still tense from a long day, finds himself in Anna Rose's bathroom, the steam from her recent bath still lingering in the air. Anna, her skin flushed and glistening, leans in, her breath hot on his ear. "Want to help me dry off?" she whispers. He nods, his hands exploring her body, feeling the firmness of her young flesh. Anna moans, her hands fumbling with his belt, eager to feel him inside her, to teach this old dog new tricks.