Now, as if oncue, her rough hands reached up and started stroking my pecs. At leastI thought they were my pecs. They had never been so soft and mall...ablebefore. It was odd, but nice--the way Diane caressed and squeezed them. They seemed to keep swelling, and the more flesh there was, the betterit felt. In fact, with Diane's hands on my chest and her thick membergrinding against me, I was practically in heaven. I couldn't believe Ihad never felt so good before--but all thoughts of those. A little to nice so I’d flirt with her and make small talk. I asked for her number so I could set up meetings easier. She was reluctant at first but after I took her and other people in the office out for dinner a few times on top of sending care packages to her directly she gave in. Things started slow slow at first strictly professional but every time I came into the office we found ourselves talking more and more. Her tits just drove me insane. The front desk was always cold and her nipples. In the valise, there were important papers which my fatherhad entrusted to me. There was a deed to nearly a quarter of theJefferson plantation which my father was buying. I had been taking it tobe placed with our bankers in the city. If it was missing... But it was not. All of the papers were in their proper folder. Nothingappeared amiss until I noticed one thing was gone. I always carried asmall two-shot derringer in my bag. I normally eschewed the use ofweapons, but New Orleans could be a. She was OK with it and after listening to her philosophy on the term, so was I. Since we were getting everything out into the open I told her about how I masturbated onto her as she slept and I even I told her about how I knew that she slipped off to fuck the neighbor and about how it made me feel a bit of jealousy which led to me filling her panties with my cum. By the time everything was out in the open I felt even closer to her….not to mention a raging hard-on.“Well Daddy, I have no.