It’s kinda nice, being able to select a bunch of songs I want to hear when I want to hear them.”“Yeah, just don’t expect music from a computer...to ever replace albums or tapes.” We all laughed, and I headed upstairs to get ready. I threw on some slacks and a polo shirt. Then after shaving put on some Stetson, remembering how Becky had liked it last time. Then I sat and read the rest of the chapter of Mouse before it was time for me to head out.I looked up the address in the Thomas Guide, and it. Obviously, I was upset with my employee. This wasn't their first mistake, and I needed to fire them. I was far from being ready to fire them; I needed an escape, something to put me in a better mood. My husband must've read my mind. He shut and locked the door to my private office area. I felt myself getting wet as he stroked my face, brushing a strand of my blonde hair behind my ear. I sighed softly as he gently nibbled on my ear. He picked me up in his arms and I straddled his lap when he sat. The alley she first met her masters. Her tormentors. Her rapists. Even now, after all that happened afterwards, her body tingled every time she looked at this alley. Even thou it was chilly in her wet swimsuit in this shady alley, she felt warmth between her legs, on the thought how in this very alley she was first shown her true place in the world. In the filth. Raped.Lilly stood there waiting for the door to open, like so many times before. And she shivered knowing that is the place she felt. The most affection her son showed her was returning her intimate hugs, sometimes pressing the side of his face against her trembling tits. He would kiss her cheeks, in response to her more passionate kisses. Eric went to bed early and left for school as soon as possible each morning.Helen had taken to masturbating with her dildo every night trying to expend her building sexual frustration. She cried out her son's name over and over and then cried herself to sleep. She felt helpless in her own.