I stood in the rain shower letting the hot water cascade against my body, closing my eyes I raised my chin to feel the water splash on face. Jane had ...reated me to some expensive body gels and shampoo to use in the shower, very fragrant they claimed not only to clean but leave you invigorated and stress free, an ideal opportunity to use them. As I lathered up my body I complemented myself on how firm my body was, with no trace of excess fat, clearly the running was paying off. Again I stood. I hadn’t spoken with nor seen this petite, gold-digging, fuck-monster since the previous autumn’s equinox. My dick immediately swelled a smidgen, pinned next to my left leg and beneath my boxer briefs. I ran the hair brush through my moist mane and hoped that she was still sitting at her own desk, in her own office, less than twenty miles away.As I sat down in my reclining chair, I calculated that Sandra had turned 40, just a month ago. I also considered that of all the possible maybes, which. As she finished her duties she nestled herself between my legs and rested her hands and chin on my tummy. I smiled down at her as she looked up at me with those eyes. “Now that my pussy is satisfied…we have some business to discuss,” she said, all of a sudden looking serious at me.I was a little nervous from the tone change. “Why, what happened.”“Well, it seems that our little Maria has a few secrets we were not aware of.” I was intrigued but just nodded as she continued. “First, it seems that. .. you sound like my mother.”“I should hope so.” That was a weird thing for her to say. It didn’t make much sense at all.Cindi lay there on her bed, her mouth wide open in fear.“Don’t be afraid, Cindi. I’m right here. I’ll come for you. Then we can go away together.”“Why do you want to go away?”“I told you. I can’t stay here. He thinks I’m ugly. He hates me. I can’t stay here.”“Who thinks you’re ugly?”I closed my eyes and pressed my face to the glass. I couldn’t say his name.“Why do you think.