But even that didn't make him feel for her now. To the contrary: sitting here, watching the sun peep around the corner, he realized that he hated Lici....He'd never hated anyone in his life, not even his boss. To be sure he didn't even know if the bitter, cold feelings he had were hatred at all. And if they were, shouldn't they be aimed at Miss A, the cruel torturer? Maybe, but they weren't; he loved her. She had treated him maybe even worse than she had the girl, but he hated the girl and loved. After a while she seemed to relax. “It’s so much better when you do as you are told,” she said. “Now why don’t you make a nice cup of tea?”Thursday October 14thLucy stopped by my desk in the office this afternoon. I find her turning up disrupting. She wanted some input on her new service portfolio, “since I know you did a bit of work on this” — which didn’t really describe my efforts over the last 6 months. She perched on the corner of the desk. As she sat down, I realised that although her. I pulled free of Shelley’s lips and told her to make my fiancé nice and wet so she could play with herself while I fucked Shelley senseless. As Yvette got situated in the leather armchair I kneeled behind Shelley and began to play with her pussy. “Lick her where I put my big black cock in daily”, Shelley began to moan as she devoured Yvette. I watched my fiancés eyes glazed over and if I wasn’t hard already watching Yvette cum on that sweet innocent face would have done it.I helped Shelley up. I roll on to my back and look up at you. You smile at me and I smile back. I tell you that you are a good friend. You lean down and kiss me this time I don’t pull away and let you kiss me. I moan and lean up into your touch. It feels right. You moan and run your hand over my cotton covered breast. “Mmm….James…I want you…I need you…” I moan, feeling myself becoming wet. You start to get harder and you pull me up to straddle your lap. I feel your cock pressed against me and it makes me wetter..