I could feel the silk of his tie as he bound my wrists tightly behind my back before wrapping a hand around my throat and growling in my ear, “whore... don’t fight back, little girl.” He jerked me away from the wall and forced me across the room, half dragging me to the couch, where he threw me down, my back against it. I looked up at him, confused and afraid. “Daddy, why are you doing this?” I asked, tears escaping my eyes.His gaze was predatory as it roamed over my tight young body. My skirt. I want you to prepare her so that she'll accept my own advances when you depart." But why, you seem to have managed Glenda's seduction?"He waved my objection away. "Nonsense! It's not at all the same, Mr. Fogg. Glenda's father and brother have been after her for ages now..." May I assume that they have yet to catch her?" Yes, you may. But that is my doing. I have managed to contain their advances and will continue to do so." Until such time as you're finished with her; as might well be the case. Anna reached up with her right hand and stroked Greg's hanging fuck-sac gently with her fingers, pushing it back and forth as she swirled her tongue up and around his probing, thrusting prick."Ohhhh, Mom!" Greg moaned as Anna slowly slid her hand up from his balls up to his flat, hard belly. She pushed her hand tip through the thick matting of black hair until her fingers began to squeeze his hard, hot flesh. Rivers of sweat trickled down Greg's panting belly as Anna's hands crawled hungrily. If I got to the cafeteria first, I would order, if she arrived first, she would order. That way, no one had to stand in the long line again. One morning, I had gotten there late and found Charlotte at our table, without any food. Laughingly, I had asked her where the food was and she’d said, ‘Oh, I forgot!’ Charlotte Miller didn’t forget anything. And now, the other episodes of her forgetting things all added up to a horrible sum: Charlotte had Alzheimer’s. I couldn’t stop the tears from.