I am a very special gurl.Peter was in an early-afternoon meeting I was part of. He sat at theother end of the big boardroom table, and everything was...perfectlyprofessional and respectful. But every once in a while he would look atme, for just a second or two, and I could read everything going on inhis soul. Joy, and passion, and desire, and lust, and mirthful musings,like he was bubbling under the surface with glee. Everytime I thoughtof how we'd fucked last night, my little cock got even. Cowan helped me see the same things you just said that I'd shut out you and the others that could have helped me out of the darkest part of my life. She was amazed at the physical relationships we shared, but helped me see that I'd shut down the more important part of those relationships – the sharing of the good, the bad, and the ugly, and inside me things were really getting bad and ugly. I wanted everything to be harmonious and perfect; I didn't want to bring up my crappy feelings and ruin. He was, after all, a cautious man. Where was his cautiousness now? Zena stepped out of her shoes and turned to Bill. She loosened and then removed his tie. Bill had already hung his coat on the bedpost and had removed his shoes. Zena was now unbuttoning his shirt and running her hands over his chest. It was an erotic gesture and it was quickly bringing Bill to attention. Soon his shirt was draped over the end board of the bed and she was loosening his belt. Bill reached out and smoothly brushed. Hey maybe me and Mike can arrange something, if you are good.’Quiet tears started to roll down her cheeks, is that all her and Saskia were now, objects for their pleasure, and what did he mean, arrange something, he couldn’t mean her having sex with her sons friends, not that, no.She turned to look at him, to ask him what he meant, but before she could open her mouth to speak, he pushed her into the room.She turned on the water, grabbed the shower gel and walked to the centre, where the main.