“Your stepsister Emma told me about some people who help couples in our situation. A friend of hers was helped a little while ago, and now is very h...ppy with her life.”This did not fill me with confidence. A few years ago, after Mom and Dad divorced, he married a large, full figured, rather scary woman called Stephanie, who brought with her two daughters. Emma was the elder one, the same age as me, and Julie was a year younger. The three of them had never liked me, or me them. Stephanie always. She gently licked it to be sure she got all the cum."Thank you," she said as she tried to take a deep breath at the same time."No, I should be thanking you. That is always so incredible," I said as my breathing tried to return to normal.Carly looked at me and smiled shyly. "Well, if you really want to thank me, there is something you could do for me."I knew exactly what she meant. "I thought you'd never ask," I said as we changed places. Now my face was at her crotch. I could see as well as. I opened the door and almost froze in the threshold her clothes were s**ttered haphazardly on the floor but the sight of some pants that were not mine is what held me. About that time I saw her phone in the mess of clothing it displayed an obnoxious amount of missed calls and must have been on vibrate. The sounds from the hall where unmistakable I could hear her moaning and grunting like a wild a****l I walked down the hall to be confronted with a sight that would be burned in my memory. I got more as I got older, as gifts from Uncles and grandparents. Then, on my majority, I received an even larger chuck of stock." Well off? You are rich?" Kat was surprised. Shocked even. She had never known anyone who was rich. Her parents had been poor, though it didn't really register to her at the time. She had lived a hand-to-mouth existence for a couple of years before she left Ovid, and she had spent several years not much better off. Her career as an assassin had only started paying.