What was I going to do? I was happythat I finally had the body I had always wanted but I was distraught atwhat I was going do with it once my funds wo...ld be frozen because somestrange woman has taken over my life, my money and my home. Would I haveto become an escort? Would I have to strip for money? Would I lose myhouse? Emotions poured through me and tears streamed down my pretty facesmearing the mascara I had so expertly put on earlier. I was a hot mess.I then saw something in the corner of. And unless Sandy the secretary kissed my nose when I emerged from Mrs Robertson’s office, she too would be none the wiser.She was very discreet, Sandy. On the rare occasions when she needed to talk to her boss urgently she would use the phone. She wasn’t one of those arrogant PA’s who would take it upon herself to barge in, or attempt to barge in and find the door suspiciously locked.As Sandy pulled her outdoor jacket on, I knocked quickly and quietly on the head teacher’s door and opened it. From my side ... God that's good." Little problem," he said. I'm not a girl." Yeah! I know!" She could feel the rising tension and concentrated on it. Making love with Carl was one thing, but there was the sheer fun of doing it with different guys; she'd missed that.She began to cry out her pleasure, a soft and repeated, "ah, ah, ah, ah" with the occasional "Yes! Yes!" He was so big, so hard, and scraping across every nerve inside her. Everything was fading except the feelings building inside. But he was an astonishingly beautiful specimen of male anatomy who could easily grace the cover of a fitness magazine. He was 6’1”, a natural blonde with fabulous blue eyes, a cuter than cute face with a killer smile, and ... an absolutely incredible body! He clearly loved working out, and had gorgeous, perfectly-proportioned muscles everywhere, a ripped washboard 8-pack to kill for, and was also very tan, though a lighter shade where his shorts usually covered. He also had a huge, beautiful.