Oh no. I know where this is going. I thought to myself. “Mmm, the weekends are what we work for, isn’t it?” she replies with a deep sigh. “Ye... soooooo...” If you ask her what is wrong, I swear I will make you have nightmares about blow jobs for an entire week! My mind shouts at me, but damn it if I’m not a good person deep down. “Is something wrong?” “Oh! It’s just so disappointing!!” she complains. I pop my knuckles nervously and brace myself for the answer to my next question. “What is?”. How her parents had disapproved of him even after he got her pregnant. He was not happy about the pregnancy and would abuse her, locking her in a closet during the day. Hitting her, cursing and kicking when he got drunk or stoned. She lost the baby in a miscarriage after he kicked her down the stairs of their apartment when she was 7 months along. It would have been a baby girl. She divorced him and her parents took her back in. She married a second time and was soon pregnant again. Life was. “How would you feel about splitting the salmon and one of their Brussel sprout and apple salads?”“That sounds perfect,” she said. “But, so far, everything about you has been perfect.”“Oh. Miss Preston, you have led such a sheltered life…,” he teased.She playfully smacked his hand, and then brought it to her lips and kissed it, “I love you, James Robert Brandt. I’m not afraid to tell you that and I will try to find as many ways to show my love as you have done for me.”Before he could respond,. Michael’s long fingers gently worked out the stiffness in my muscles and along my spine. I closed my eyes, letting Michael and the water do their work. I stood there as his hands worked their way down my body to my rear, then down my thighs to my feet and back up. Michael was pushing all the right buttons, and my pussy was responding beautifully. Gently he kissed each of my cheeks separately then pressed his face against them, draping his arms along my thighs. I sighed, finally at peace. “Why.