I when I stood up, I saw the spot on my leather chair from where my pussy juices soaked all the way through my skirt! Thank God I wore black, I though... to myself. Tee hee. At this point in my new career, it’s nearly impossible for me to sleep without a couple glasses of wine at the end of the day. And after said glasses of wine, the switch flips inside me. I crave the rush. It comes over me by surprise every time. I reach for my glass, and my shirt flicks my nipple just right. Or I go to change. She would not allow it. The dome was herself, her own full bosom thrust into the air. She would not permit this violation of all that was holy. It must stop.In an instant, her Athamé was in her hand calling out a new pain from her burned hand. She grasped it two-fisted above her head for the sacrificial rite and rushed the man again. But it was the pain blazing in her hand and up her arm that caused her to stumble before she reached her target. The flaming passion was fanned again as she felt. He's looking at a bowl on a table. You walk up to him, waiting for him to speak."What do you think?" he asks."It's a bowl. Not bad," you reply.He scoffs, clearly annoyed."It's worth half a million dollars, at least. Hopefully you'll learn something while you're here. Here, take it in to the vault, along with these new arrivals," he points at some boxes on the floor. "I'm not sure what's in them, so open them and catalog the items. Be CAREFUL."You grunt your acknowledgement and get to work.In. Me too. I’ve wanted Daddy forever. I think I’ve propositioned him about three hundred times. But he has these Homo sapien scruples about father-daughter sex. I think it’s very mean-spirited and old fashioned.’ A bell sounded on Emma’s desktop. She touched a key and Eamon Turner’s countenance appeared on her monitor. ‘Oh, God, it’s Eamon! Thank goodness. Let him in, Emma! ‘ ‘Now look, Elle. You’ve had him to yourself for several days now. The least you can do is share’, said Emma as she pressed.