I'm not a psychiatrist. I don't even know that much about relationships. I've had girlfriends, but we never seemed to want the same things, and always...went our separate ways. But it seems to me you're trying to do a book report on a book you've only read every other chapter of. Sure, you've got things to worry about. But one of them isn't me. The fact that I love you, to me is just something that has seeped into my bones. I don't analyze it, I just feel it. But that doesn't mean you owe me. She wouldn’t hear of that, ‘You work hard for that and you should enjoy some of it.’ Peter was my boss. He was also the owner. A great boss, if there ever was one. Sure he would take advantage of me, often he would have me make deliveries on my way home, not on the clock. But, and it is a big BUT, every three months, after the quarterly taxes were paid, he would give me an envelope, and depending on how well we did would be reflected by what was in the envelope. Once on April 20th he gave me. " She said happily. "But that's ok, because this is how I want you to look." She ordered me to pull my bra back up and then gave me permission to zip up my dress. Once it was securly fastened closed Kelly stepped back and looked me over. She was now naked and I was wearing what she had been wearing just a short time ago. She spread her feet to about sholder width. "I'm going to put make-up on you because I want to make you into as much of a woman as I can. But now while. You’d swear they were married for years that’s how intense their kissing was! I take heed and keep my finger on my clit waiting for her to start back up again. My pussy aching, anxious for more as I watch them kiss, I notice that she’s slowly gotten him to move over in the bed where I can now see their bodies transferring sweat back and forth. Her hard nipples graze against his chest as their tongues dance. Slowly she begins pumping her pussy on his dick as she sits up on it he follows her.