"What's wrong," he asked. "Nightmares?"She shook her head, feeling matted hair against the pillow. "No," she said. "Just ... I woke up, and everything...seemed so strange." She was very small compared to the world, and she knew it, and the world knew it, and it loved to scare her. "I thought..." Why had she thought this? "I thought that you weren't there for some reason." I was here," he said simply. And he had been, she knew it; but it hadn't felt like it."I know, but..." she said."Shh." His. Areas had been set up for specific purposes, such as the reading area where most of the kids' books were housed and served as a nook off of the rest of the room. A daybed sat there, covered in fluffy pillows and comfortable mattress. On cold winter days there would usually be at least one child lying back enjoying a good book.Another area was a table with chairs around it. Normally any crafts or games that were attempted in the house were done so at that table. Sometimes the kids played among. . or ... something..." Yeah," Steve agreed and he was fucking me for real now, sliding his cock in and out of me faster, spilling old semen and fresh juices out of my pussy to stain my thighs."Just cause ... um ... I'm not ahhhh ... virgin anymore..." I panted softly, biting my bottom lip as Steve's fingers found my nipple and he pinched it lightly, rolling the stiff nub around gently."Shhhh ... Doesn't it feel good?" Steve asked, kissing my hair and then my ear, making me twist and shrug and. After a pause, he replied, "Just one." What's it for?" We need a temp secretary to fill in for when Karen goes out on maternityleave."I cringed at the thought of becoming that. I shook my head at thethought before I asked, "There's nothing else?" Not on the horizon. At least at the corporate level," Pablo replied,cementing my disappointment.I let out a deep breath before I said, "Pablo, I have a favor to ask." What's that?" Pablo inquired with a smile.I knew I was crazy for even thinking of.