“Come in, Krystenah,” Brian said with a sigh. I came all the way inside the office and swallowed. I flashed a nervous, apologetic smile at the cli...nt. “Krystenah, this is Mr. Rose. I have been trying to meet with him for several weeks now. We just haven’t been able to coordinate our schedules. I finally got a chance to meet with him and you decided that today, of all days, you were going to come to the office late.” “Brian, I—“ I started. “Krystenah. You know that inside this office you are to. But I like it a lot."I told her about Kyle, how he hadn't called me, how he'd been inschool, and then how he was when he caught up to me coming home."Boys at this age just don't have the confidence," she said with alaugh. "Or else they have too much. It takes time for them to get itright." I don't mind." No, I can see that. He must be a really nice boy, probably very sweet,a little shy. And I'm sure all those things are exactly what make youlike him." How did you know that?" I asked her. I. The prep work came after I got to the motel, and had dinner at the unprepossessing restaurant it offered; I was going to miss the great meals they'd been serving at the lodge. I ate at what for me was an ungodly early hour—the three-hour time difference was annoying—but it left me plenty of wakeful time to do what I needed.First I had to dismantle the happy little rabbit's foot on the key ring fob. That went quickly, the thing was a phony anyhow—I'd figured it was—and was just glued onto the. Still trying to catch my breath, I took Carol’s hand, helped her off the floor and walked her back to the couch. As she walked, cum ran down her leg, stopping at and encircling her knee. Carol looked into my eyes as she sat down. It was one of those knowing glances, like she knew that her brief signal of need had been seen and understood, and that she was about to be pleasured once more. Carol looped one leg over the arm of the couch, and bent the other, cum covered leg to the side, spreading.