She was desperate now, desperate to bury her digits into her canal as much as possible to scratch the itch she had conjured up. Indeed did she succeed...in teasing herself past her inhibitions, now solely driven by the need to fuel the furnace of carnal need that brewed in her nethers. A hand soon crept up over her stomach, tracing along the perfect curvature of her mid-riff and causing her nerves to be set ablaze when it moved to encapsulate one of her supple breasts. They were truly perfect. Brad's speech was on duty, production, organization, and corporate loyalty. It was a mixture of pep talk and veiled threats. He had my full attention. I needed my job, for a while longer, badly. I was way out on a financial limb. I had no formal position in the table of organization. I was a roving trouble shooter. I solved client problems and corrected mistakes. I didn't make many friends!Annie danced with anyone who asked, laughing and flirting, paying less and less attention to me as time. He wanted her and knew she wanted him. They lay there, facing each other on the bed, their breath coming in short gasps. She reached again, for his prick. She loved to touch it, feel it, hold it in her hand. It was like a part of him became one with her. How could she feel this way about a boy young enough to be her son? She didn't care, she was living for the moment; the moment when he would slide his manliness into her. The moment she felt his hard body begin to spasm in. The police were so tired of chasing him that they just drove to his house, waited until he showed up, and arrested him. ‘Freddie, what is wrong with you? You’re going to kill someone. You can’t be driving down Main Street at 100mph in a 20mph zone. Besides, you don’t even have a license anymore. We pulled it last month.’ ‘Ah, there ain’t no one around when I come home at midnight. You cops are paranoid. Besides, I wasn’t going no 100mph, I was only doing 60mph.’ Then, it happened, that fateful.