Miller was about in her late forties I guess. She was still very attractive to me. Blond curly hair reached her shoulders - almost like a lion! -, the...big breasts you could expect under her body shaped business dresses she usually liked to wear. Long slim legs under her mostly tight cut skirts, almost every day black nylon stockings and elegant shoes usually with high heels, you could hear them on the floor with every step - very different from the women of her age I knew from my sleepy home. “You’d fuck me?”“Yes.”“You’d commit incest?”“Yes.”“You would let me fuck you?”“Yes.”“Why?”“Because,” Lucy said, her blank eyes boring into mine. “If you can do that to Marcie and her father, you’re too powerful to resist.”Session C29:“If I asked you, would you tell me what you thought of Marcie?”“No.”“Why not?”Richard didn’t answer.I sighed.“If I asked you why you wouldn’t tell me what you thought of Marcie, would you tell me?”“No.”I considered going down the question-hole another level, just. I settled in to work and made steady progress. I had full support from the home office and a good relationship with the customer. Yeah, they trusted me.The house came fully furnished which was part of the deal. Most of the stuff was fairly nice, but I changed a few things like adding a comfortable red leather recliner, new mattress, and added a dishwasher. The floor was bamboo but it needed the refinishing I gave it. Adding a new paint job inside and out pretty well wrapped up things. I did. They took the elevator to the seventh floor.His mother was on the bed beside the window. She had shadows under her eyes and her hair was matted and ruffled, but when she smiled she looked like an angel. The boy climbed onto the bed and huddled in her arms. She had lost weight, and was not as soft as before, her hands pale and thin, her fingers moving nervously. But that was his mother, no doubt.His eyes then lingered on mom Emmy ‘s legs. They stuck up, straight and slightly apart, and to the.