"All this just for little old me, Cynthia, when people like you and your folks have so little. Life's not fair, is it?" I said as I showed her round. ...od I was laughing so much inside when I said that.When we sat down in the lounge for coffee, I extracted a fifty pound note from my bag and held it over a burning candle, set fire to it and casually used it to light a cigarette. Giggle. Did this right in front of her eyes – then sat there smoking while the note burnt away in the ashtray on the. What gave you you the first clue? Was it watching her finger herself while she watches television? Was it seeing her rub herself off against the doorknobs? Maybe it was when she tried to tickle her tonsils with those popsickles last week?"Little Debbie's mother didn't bother to dignify such crude comments with an answer. Besides, the real reasons for her concern were the various and sundry bathroom items left lying around with oily, female secretions coating their handles. Toothbrushes,. It creates fictions to cover gaps in the reality that it sees. I couldn't see what you could see so your subconscious decided that I must be blind. A perfectly logical deduction but based on a flawed premise." I don't understand." You were lost. You've been stuck for a very long time. You were only seeing what your mind would allow you to see. You were living that one Thursday afternoon over and over again – stuck in one endless loop of time. It was time for you get unstuck." You were helping. Propping myself up on my elbow I gazed hungrily down the length of my secretary's prone body, my attention focused as on the forbidden dark crack of her defensively clenched ass-cheeks. My hand moved hesitantly to her thighs just below the clefts of her buttocks, and I began to stroke softly up between them, running my middle finger up the already lewdly moistened slit of her cunt to spread the flowing cuntal juices back over the forbidden little nether hole.Irene's body jerked with a soft.