Il s’en servait sans mesure sur Eric, dont en quelques mois la personnalit? s’?tait un peu effac?e. L’id?e qu’il ?tait l? pour servir, pour s�...�offrir, que c’?tait l? son but et sa r?compense dans la vie lui avait ?t? impos?e. Une sorte de lavage cerveau d’autant plus facile qu’il dormait peu toutes les nuits. Et pour cause? Les produits traditionnels servaient aussi ? entretenir son envie sexuelle. Et plus Erica ?tait ??chaude??, plus les hommes ?taient contents. Aussi le marabout ne se g?nait. "Jenny, this is my mom."Jenny stepped forward and I was immediately stunned by not only her beauty but by an aura of sexuality that surrounded her. This was surely the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen and I felt a stirring in the pit of my stomach and between my legs. "Jenny, you're very, very welcome, it's so nice to meet you," I stammered, "come on in and make yourself comfortable." So nice to meet you too," replied Jenny in a husky voice, "Susie's been telling me all about you, but she. Second, she looked at the envelope, and third, she lifted her right hand to gently squeeze his on her shoulder. Feeling her small hand on his, Nick bit his lip, her soft touch so gentle. Using both hands she opened the envelope, enjoying the warmth of the heater and Nick‘s touch."Oh!" She gasped, shocked. Her left hand covered her mouth, the right held the open envelope. It was full of fifty pound notes, ten of them. She twisted to look up at him. "But?"Nick smiled at her reaction and released. I always found him attractive and sexy but he’s gay and I never imagined we’d end up here. That’s why I broke it off. ‘We can’t do this,’ I said, brushing the hair out of my face. Those four words were the hardest thing I’ve ever had to say. I was on fire, and only Nick Conner could extinguish me. ‘Who says we can’t?’ he replied, still kissing around my mouth and manipulating my nipples. In my haste to sit up, I didn’t notice he had my shirt unbuttoned all the way, revealing that I was braless.