"She basically stole the company from her old man - he was twice her age and filthy fucking rich. She was a golddigger and married him for his money. ...hen once she had her hooks in him good and proper, she divorced the poor old fool and took the company and half of his fortune with her." "Now she runs this place like Hitler ran Germany, and the rest of us just try to hang on to our jobs however we can. It isn't a real pleasant work atmosphere, being so fearful of losing your job, but the job. ....Sadly enough 3 months afterwards me and my family moved to Florida west palm beach, because my dad had a job offered overthere!I didn't see Whilma for almost 11 years and somewhere in 95, I went on holladay to Boston,where she still lived, to pay my friends a visit! Me and Michael had a good time and at that time he was into a divorce and living on his own in a small room! I noticed staying by him was not an option so I asked Whilma whether she knew some cheap hotels or motels around!. What made it worse is that this time she lost to a guy she didn’t particularly care for named Dean. He’d had the hots for my wife for years and made it pretty clear to not only her but to everyone else around on a regular basis – even back in HS. My wife never cared for the way he came on to her like she was a piece of meat – vulgar comments, looking her up and down, and openly suggesting she should have sex with him weren’t ways to appeal to my wife’s interest. So on top of the $ she lost in. She couldn't hold the pleasured groan as he fingered her g spot harshly. When Andrew pressed his thumb into her clit he leaned down he sneered at her, his words stinging just as sharp as the leather had, “I'm not the one moaning like a two cent whore, quivering around my fingers ready to burst at a moment's notice. I bet if I told you to cum now, you'd break, wouldn't you, Maddie? You'd lie on your back like you are now and you'd cream all over my hand and I would win. You want me to win, don’t.