I turn around and face him once more, my hands slowly coming to my breasts, I sweep them down along the sides of my tits, and squeeze them together, b...inging my index finger and thumb to my nipples, pulling on them gently as I stare at him. I see his eyes widen with delight as I play with my breasts for him. One hand moves down, slowly leaving its trail from my breast down my stomach to the top of my skirt. I hear a sigh come from him, as my hand moves under the skirt. I move my fingers along. His intuitiveness of human nature was incredible. His little prompts helped me keep my head above water in those dreadful staff meetings. It wasn’t long before I began to feel the approval of my superiors and the grudging respect of my subordinates. I was finally in my element, I was finally able to enjoy the work I loved so much. ***** There was a playful side to Mike. He was full of good natured mischief. One day, I remarked on the candy dish the woman across the aisle left out for people to. Little did I know that tonight this 66 year old beautiful granny would be giving me a great blow job and I would eat her pussy until she could not take it anymore. Well, I spent the night in her room and awoke to see her sitting at a table in her white silk robe, and white seamless nylons. Her low cut silk robe showed the beginning of her small perky breasts that I had hungrily sucked the night before. I knew I would be getting laid this morning!!!Dawn had already had room service bring up. My parents gave it to me on the day of my birth. It was a spring day in the year of our lord 1077.1077? That is nearly a thousand years ago, how is that possible? Are you some kind of ghost?I suppose, in the sense that I am a consciousness unmoored from the confines of my own body. It is possible because the shard you now bear makes it possible. It makes many things possible, as you will soon discover. Peter said with an amused lilt.I’m glad you are enjoying yourself, Ben thought with.