He’s in the kitchen scrambling eggs. I kiss him lovingly. “That was wonderful. Can I keep you?” “I don’t think your husband would approve of...me hanging around.” He keeps me naked for two days. No matter where we are in the kitchen, living room, den, and bedroom. Or outside on the patio, in a lounge chair, in the pool, his hands, mouth, or cock are almost constantly on or in my forty-five year old body. I suck his cock. He eats my pussy. I come on his tongue, fingers, and cock. We shower, sleep. Go ahead, take a swing at me. You pussy. You freak."Ned clenched his teeth and shook with rage. His muscles tensed. Cassie tightened her hold on his arm. "Dude, I grew up in Bed-Stuy in New York. Ya don't know what yer messin' with. An' ... mebbe I don't wanna see ya hurt that bad."Brad smirked. "Awful sweet of you, nosy. But then maybe I want to see you hurt." AHEM."Brad snapped his head around and froze. Ned just smirked."Well, Mr. Weston?" said Mr. Seeger. "Care to explain that little threat. Obviously, a gift from her mother. She didn’t want it. She hated it. It filled her with vile loathing and disgust. She put it on, anyway, shuddering as the light cloth settled into place. It was just another reminder of the day and her change of status.As a child, she could almost dress as she wanted. While she was restricted to skirts and blouses, the skirts could be short and the blouses brief. She could run and play with her arms and legs bare and no one would think twice.Today, though, it. ”So, he kept his silence while he tried to sort the whole thing out. The skyline of Manhattan was coming into view. Cal took a deep breath.“This is the major leagues!”He turned his attention to the Annex Project, which was sure to be the topic of his meeting with Mr. Tanaka. Perhaps it would be the right time to explain to Mr. Tanaka why he would have to do without the waiver.On a Saturday afternoon the traffic out of LaGuardia was on the light side. The car sped along. They were on the.