" Was it that bad?" The last year or so ... yes." I'm going to do my best to erase that memory," she promised."It's already fading and it will soon be...gone. I promise it will never be a part of our life together." I believe you," she smiled."Let's compare notes," I said as Fiona sat across from me in my office as we prepared to discuss the coffee survey."Well, a good percentage of the roasters want to be able to participate in the market. Unfortunately, putting in filling equipment is pretty. I could see what she did. Her thumb stroked one puffy pussy lip. She winked again and pulled the finger out of her shorts. She held her finger up to her lips, urging me to silence, then looked around quickly. A large hedge lined the driveway on one side. She said something, then hung up the phone. She moved to the hedge side of the car, where she was shielded from the windows of the house and wiggled her finger for me to follow.I moved up the driveway and stood a foot or so away from her. She. .." he pointed out the light-brown-haired girl in the skirt -- which was drooping open at the side to display a LOT of white thigh flesh. "Then there's her sister, who's already been roasted some..." The brunette was sitting beside her. "Then there's the skeleton -- and I don't know WHAT the fuck the OTHER one is!" That isn't terribly charitable..." Jacques mused. There was perhaps some justification for the remarks; the light-skinned girl had the snub nose and the gapped teeth and the freckles. I played with her, whipped her, shocked her, lent her out to other perverts but she always wanted more. And she found it. She dumped me for an older, richer, sexier man who she said knew how to give her what she wanted. Then, he got tired of her and sent her back. She came crawling back, telling me it was all a mistake. But I'd changed in the meantime too. And if she wanted to go all the way out there, I would do it. Fuck it. She'd made her wants clear.I looked at her body there on the metal.