If you think one of them or all of them should be division managers tell me, but I think they would rather design and implement production instead of ...ushing paper."Henry looked at Tiny, and me, then back at Sue. "You're serious aren't you?" He didn't say it as a question, but as a statement. "You really want me to be like a CFO of your company? Amazing, I'm down here less that a year and you're already offering me this?"Tiny assured him, "If I didn't think you could do it, I wouldn't recommend. “Don’t move, don’t talk. Just think of the first time. How you felt so small and weak. Powerless. You’ve told me that story so many times. The secret story you’ve only told me. How humiliated you felt after. How you blamed yourself. You still do don’t you?”She nodded meekly, eyes closed, grunting softly. His fingers were experts, sliding along her folds, teasing her. Her panties were already soaked, she could smell herself in the air. Desire and shame all mixing together as he talked to her.“It. She bent over and pulled her asscheeks wide apart and squeezed her sweet pink asshole in the spotlight like I'd told her to, sticking it out and showing it off without a thought for grace or style--only working hard to make sure everyone saw her clenching, puckering asshole, displayed openly above her drooling cunt. She faced them then and squatted low on her plump pink toes, stuck out her bare-shaved pussy, and stretched it open wide with both pretty, chubby hands--a sweet and terrified. They were still in the kitchen; Mum was still in night clothes & dressing gown, so I stayed back where I could not be seen. Then louder from Mum "David will come down soon." I edged closer to see Mum and John kissing. She was pushing him away half heartedly and sprang away when I showed up. Again, he gave me the smirk, roughed my hair and left. Mum rushed off upstairs pulling her dressing gown round her.On Monday at school John acted very friendly calling me Best Buddy and smiling a lot. I went.