Many years ago, I was diagnosed by a psychologist as a nymphomaniac. I spent two years in counseling but that did no good. That’s when this job ca...e along. I guess you can call me a whore, slut, prostitute or escort...what ever you want, I deserve it. I knew when you proposed, if I told you exactly what I did for the company, I would lose you forever. I suppose I didn’t tell you because I knew my sexual craving would kill you. Maybe in my mind, I thought you needed other men’s help, I. I caught my breath. There, on a wooden chair, at what I knew to be the foot of the bed, though I couldn’t see the bed, was Greg. He was completely naked and erect, but what caused me the most surprise was that he was wearing Emily’s pink knickers over his face; the very knickers she’d been wearing when Hodges shagged her. Instinctively I understood, though I’d never seen anything like this before, that she’d been wearing them since then, and that the old man’s spunk must have seeped into them.. Bruce was crying and I was raging. I don’t know why Emily chose to go him, except that I’d told her he wasn’t feeling well. She went to hug him and he wrapped his arms around her. NO!“Get your filthy hands off my daughter! Emily! Get away from him.” Emily looked up at me and burst into tears. She ran to her bedroom and slammed the door. I looked at Lily. She’d taken one step into the room and stopped. She looked at Bruce and then at me.“Stop it! Stop it!” she yelled. “You’re both making it. ”Miss Danette squinted for a moment and turned around abruptly without saying a word. As she walked out the door, she commanded with a gruff sounding voice, “Follow me.”Andena understood that something major was at stake, and she didn’t dare to screw it up. It made her feel uneasy that Miss Danette’s direct order compelled her to follow her.It undermined her free will, but she felt that she still was in control. She knew that a response was required, and so said, “Yes Miss.”He felt a leg slowly.