But before you do, I'm sure you know I'm highly anti-drug. But, I'm not going to castigate you if it's the case. Are you using drugs?"I knew the answe... before she told me, but she told me anyway."Some," she said. "Just a little now and then."I did well to keep my temper in check. I managed, but just barely."OK," I said with a deep breath. "Again, our friendship depends on this. That better be the last lie I hear from you. You don't lose that amount of weight and look like you do by just using. No sandwich would be ordered in to be eaten at her desk. She was going to go out and enjoy this day. Stacey was driven, usually focused on getting work done rather than revelling in the spring sunshine. But there was another part of her that needed feeding from time to time, a part that appreciated the weather and all other things that touched her senses, a part that she acknowledged in her free time and personal life, but not on a work day. Today was an exception. Stacey pulled her jacket on. Not that they needed any encouragement. She began to change from a shy tight teen to a teen slut screaming “fuck me, fuck me fuck me” I began to pound her hard, this made her scream again “yes, fuck me fuck me fuck me harder” I naturally obliged her request, I mean what 40 plus year old man would turn down such an opportunity, I had began to think blinkingly as I fucked this teen, she was only a year older than my daughter and she was the same age as my son. This thought soon past as I looked. I had worn it long in the all boys school I had attended where everyoneelse wore it short. I had had a Mohican shortly after starting work inthe bank.As I sat in my reverie Catherine was working my way into a pair of blackResillissima Resille Louboutins. I had not noticed as I had just thoughtCatherine was playing with my feet as foreplay but I was woken from myreverie by the special feature she had added to the shoe - a combinationpadlock as Catherine had just locked both shoes on my feet.I.