‘Oh,’ she shook her head. ‘Not so great, but Lucas says that will pass. I think dad is actually coping better than I am which is a bit of kick i... the butt.’ She smiled again. ‘Well everyone’s different but you should start to feel better soon.’ ‘Let’s hope so. I’ll let you guys get back to it. Good night.’ She waved her hand as Oliver and Micah said good night and disappeared into the dining hall. ‘See,’ he said to Micah. ‘Perfectly nice person. Most of them are like that.’ ‘She’s only nice. Willoughby?"Martin Willoughby jerked up out of his reverie. He peered through his thick glasses into the concerned grey-blue eyes of his secretary, Miss Gretz."No," he said quickly, blushing. "Everything's fine. I was just thinking about a ra... A rate. A new insurance rate."Flustered, Mr. Willoughby turned back to the clutter on his desk. He moved papers around in a hopeful simulation of a man who had, indeed, been working on a new insurance rate.Miss Gretz smiled to herself as she returned to. Stop, oh it hurts, it hurts…”Leeah stood up behind Tony, silkily dropped her panties, and then flopped her big hard boner onto his shoulder for me to see a huge drop of thin jizz roll down his chest. “Fuck him hard, that’s what he likes…” her eyes looked into mine and narrowed “He doesn’t want you to stop, make it hurt him, Tony” looking directly over him down at me. “Oh yeah, Miss Leeah, I’m going to fuck the shit out of him!” Tony started working his cock in me harder and faster but my grip. My imagination runs wild as I picture you laid on your bed, your partly naked body wrapped in moonlight and the occasional flash of lightning from the raging storm outside. Angled against the headboard, your hands busying themselves against your soft, smooth skin. Squeezing nipples, stroking thighs, brushing against moist, throbbing lips...Your own script has led you to this. It feels so self-centred to be turned on by what you've just written, but knowing that particular fantasy is on the.