”“Mattie was wrong; you chose wisely. What worked for her, worked for her. You aren’t her and that wasn’t what you needed. You needed what we ...id - a bit of foreplay and then a conventional, moderate, enjoyable screw.”Sophie laughed, “You use ‘pussy’ but then you use ‘screw’! Why?”“Usually, at least when I’m talking about sex, ‘fuck’ is combined with ‘senseless’, ‘unconscious’, or ‘brains out’.”“So screwing is less, uhm, energetic?”“That’s probably the best way to say it, yes. The thing is, you. It ended like that.Next day she came in the office wearing saree, and when i said good morning she replied goodmorning with a sexy smile, and smiled and came near to me saying that her pussy is hairless now onwards and would you like have a look now at it, i as eager to do that, but i replied not now later, in the after noon i approached her and i said i want to see your pussy, she willfully removed her saree, and underskirts, now i can see the panties which were transparent, wow what a scene,. But it's all so true.Let me explain. You see, you've condemned your eternal soul. You lied to your family. You cheated on your wife, and not just once, but again and again and again. You stole from your company to shower me with all those _lovely_ gifts. In fact, you even hired a thug to beat up a guy you thought was trying to take your 'little missy'. Oh, it was _so_ sweet of you to be so generous and so protective. And you couldn't resist, could you?Don't lie. I _know_ the answer. Of. It’s alright.” It was the first time he had said her name, and it felt awkward and foreign on his tongue. He reached up and rubbed her shoulders, and her body began to relax a little. They stood that way for a long while. Finally, her tears subsided. Then Grimbol kissed the nape of her neck gently. “Maybe I can help you feel better,” he mirrored her words from the day before.Despite herself, a small smile broke across her lips. She took Grimbol’s face in her hands and, on tip-toes, planted a.