Then the staff. I think we can head off most things she can say if we think it through.”“What about someone else acting as CEO instead of you?”�...�I thought about that. My first inclination is to stay the course because I’ll be damned if I’m going to let that woman control how I run my company. And, if she sees us reacting that way, it would simply encourage her to put even more pressure on us. And in the end, I’m sure that she knows it’s my company and whoever is in the CEO chair is, at least. Now how do you suppose I got them? Do you remember the circumstances when you lost them?" Yes. Please give them to me."Good, she was beginning to beg. "Then I'm sure you also remember you could only have them back if you really needed them. Are you telling me you really need them?"She was getting agitated. The control was slipping badly. "Of course I need them. They're mine and I want them back. You don't have any use for them. Please." You want them back. Of course that's not quite the same as. I massaged the back of her calves, stroking them up and down but never quite getting to the back of her knees. Carrie loved the back of her knees being played with, it made her pussy twitch. She felt my hands around her ankles and felt me move my hands up to the top of the back of her calves for what feels like the 20th time. This time I didn’t stop just beneath your knees. I let my grip go so I was just gliding the ends of my fingers over her covered legs, I carried on moving both my hands. As Bobbie looked over Mummie's shoulder, he saw the swell of her generousbreasts again, and watched her long nails toy with the precious diamond locketshe'd given him. Bobbie brushed and brushed Mummie's glorious hair, and Mummieleaned back and touched Bobbie's crotch with her elbow. Yes, it was harderthan ever! "Bobbie, you bad boy!" Mummie scolded. "Mummie told you what would happenif your Bad Thing got all hard and swollen when you were brushing Mummie'shair. And I just felt it poking into.