.. hate me?" she gasped out between sobs. She held Scott's gaze, searching for the truth, and maybe hoping just a tiny bit for some hint of forgivenes.... She saw the truth, he didn't hate her, but wasn't ready to forgive yet either."No, I don't hate you," Scott said softly. "I don't want to see anyone make that mistake ever again." His words and tone hinted that somewhere in his life a loved one had ended it all, leaving him alone to pick up the pieces. "You're not going to put Joanna through. “Would this be a good time to kiss him?” She wondered innocently while the snake man unbuttons his pants. He was drunk and struggling with the zipper so Allia got down on her knees in the mud and pulled down the pants for him. She didn’t care about getting mud on her, as long as her new boyfriend is happy. “Suck” He growled, the word echoed in the shy teen’s ears and lit a fire in her heart. The chubby chick obeyed with pleasure. She pulled his slimy reptilian dick out and tried to fit his. The next time we saw each other was the following Sunday at church. We sat together, and during the sermon, our hands ended up discretely clasped together on the pew between us. Later that evening, I went by his house again. This time, he met me at the door in a loose fitting robe, which was soon discarded as we embraced and engaged in prolonged kissing and stroking on the sofa. I then kneeled down between his legs and took him orally, demonstrating my love for him with my eager but still. However, her eyes told another story. She was afraid of addressing me by my first name. She was afraid that if she did, she would have to acknowledge the lust, guilt, anger and frustration that was raging inside her. The second Sunday of working together, she had stayed home to see her husband, daughter and in-laws, off to Italy. She had cancelled her vacation because of her new position. We worked via video conference till the early morning of the next day. And sometime in the late evening.