I worked her hard just so I could see her longer. I always wanted to be close to her. To call her mine. I sometimes call her into my office just to se... her bend over to get something I don't need or to view something on my laptop. Her ass is huge. I feel like I'm in a trance just looking at it. Her chocolate brown eyes. Her body. How I wish I could just rip off her clothes and take her on my desk. Four years and my love just grows stronger for her. No matter how hard I worked her, how late she. The ambulance man felt Theresa's wrist for a pulse and then moved his hand to her carotid artery."I'm sorry, sir," he said softly to Bill. "She's gone."Bill nodded silently then bent his head and kissed Theresa's forehead."So what happens now?" he asked."We'll take her back to the hospital for a post mortem and someone will ring you when the death certificate's ready."Bill nodded again. "Thank you," he said.The crew placed Theresa on a stretcher and took her away. Bill sat down at the table. ‘That’s right mistress. I’m your slave. I’m your fuck toy. I’m here to serve you. Just take what you want. Use me however you want.’ His words seemed to blur, to push her further and further into that bossy mindset, that strange haze. She was getting more and more aroused, slowly building up to an orgasm. Usually she would feel embarrassed about orgasming in front of a man, she worried it would take too long, or she would make a silly face, she just couldn’t. But this time she wasn’t. Jackie looked at her son's penis. She looked up to his face, wanting to say she was sorry but unable to speak. She looked away, not wanting to see him. Then slowly leaned forward to begin sucking her own son's cock. "Mom, no!" Josh cried out as his mother's lips wrapped around his shaft. Josh looked and saw both his dad and sister watching him getting blown by his mother. He had enjoyed a few blow jobs during this past year, and realized that no matter how much he hated what was happening that.