I'm not her next of kin."Tom pondered for a moment. First this woman denied knowing Summer, andnow seemed outraged at the implication she is kin. Ther... is more goingon than he understood. He needed to find out what. Some sort of sisterlyspat perhaps? He had decided that they were most likely sisters. Itseemed the most plausible conclusion. Sharing a surname till one of themmarried. Although maybe they both were married now. Summer's limitedidentification from her purse had two different. He was fucking her with such force that her whole body was pushed back with each of his in-strokes! Since he was holding her ankles and spreading her as wide as she could go, there wasn't much she could do but lie back and take it. Sometimes a girl just wants to be taken and he was definitely taking her at the moment. ...Well, she did tell him to “make it go in” and to “Shove it into me.” And Mike knew to do whatever the boss's d4ughter wanted. Jesus was standing outside trying not to. It looked muchmore like a very expensive executive office though, plush leather chairs,proper artwork marble flooring and stunning rugs. She stood in front of me,holding the back of one of the chairs. ?Come hereand sit down.? She had smiled. No soonerhad I sat than she was handing me a metal cup with a warm drink inside. ?This teawill help you to relax a little as we talk?, she had said. ?Let metell you a little about what I do and then you can tell me what you want to getout of this. My. She didn’t keep alcohol in the house and, apart from a single glass of sweet sherry on Xmas Day and at weddings, she was effectively teetotal. I pulled a bottle of sherry from the bag I had collected from home and poured us both a large glass.“Drink this – it’ll help you calm down a bit.” She protested but was too cowed at the moment to make any real protest. “Down in one – best way” I cajoled her.With a look of distaste she raised the glass and drained the contents. Her face screwed up as she.