I had control over my mind, and this made me really attracted to her. This was the only reason she asked me to come to her every day. Otherwise, this ...ould’ve been a one-time thing, and she would’ve ignored me after that.I had completely opened up to her at this point in the conversation, and I was comfortable in the place I was in. I was my usual funny, happy-go-lucky self.“I’ve been curious since childhood how it would feel to have someone warmly and make love to it,” I said.“Why not?” she. "Not really. I know something really bad happened. I remember being trapped, wishing my brother would come." Suddenly panicky, she leaned back so she could see the older woman's—Elizabeth's—face. "Is he here? Is he okay?" He is," Elizabeth answered, nodding her head this time. "Would you like to go see him?" Can I?"Elizabeth nodded again. "Absolutely. He won't be able to talk to you right now, though. He's in a special bed we call a healing chamber, getting better. Here, take my hand."As they. I replied back saying I would be there. I arrived at his office it wasn't to big just a small space in a strip mall. I knocked on the locked door and he opened it up letting me and locking the door behind me. We went back to his office it was in the back with a big desk, 2 chairs on the other side and a couch. He had his monitor turned around and had some Xhamster video cumpilations playing. This time he didn't waste any time dropping his pants and sitting back on the couch. I sat next to. Her mouth dropped when the lady said, “I'm Ann Peterson”. Monica was in shock as Ann giggled saying, “come on in”. Monica was simply out of it. Most Executives rode a private high speed elevator, she wondered if she had been too friendly or said something inappropriate. She had been warned to be perfect on 45. Monica said, “Sorry Mrs Peterson, I can't come in, office policy”. Ann laughed saying, “it's Ms and I'm Ann” as she picked up her phone. Monica heard her call the mail room then hang up.