She was no longer some unknown child brought to him just for this deed. She was his little sister, the one who'd grown up to become such a bitch. She ...as nine all over again, this time submitting totally to him, giving him the one thing she'd always denied him.He heard her crying and moved harder back and forth in her clammy behind. He watched his cock slide in and out, looking huge next to the smallness of her bottom and thighs. He thrust with his whole body, panting and shaking with the. “Good morning, I’m Jake Turner, I have an appointment.”“You are kind of young to need investment advice,” said the woman.“You are kind of young to be giving it,” Jake replied.“Touché,” she said with a laugh, “Have a seat, I’m Martina Sterling, but you can call me Marty.”Jake sat down and looked her over. Marty was about five-five and stocky. She had black hair, cut short and crisp. She wore black horn-rimmed glasses, a young woman trying to be taken seriously. Her accent was classic New. On top of which was a book, it must have fallen off the bed, from under the pillow perhaps, making the thump earlier. I picked it up and turned it over for further inspection, not a book a diary, Desma's diary. I raised my eyebrow in surprise, I did not know she had a diary. Setting the book on the bed I finished putting my clothes on. The sound of the shower told me I would not see Desma for probably a half hour. Besides I had not planned on staying much longer since I had no idea when her. “Yeah, I slipped with the number three,” I commented.“What number three?” he asked. I pointed to the three o’clock position. The hole was to the right of the line, but all the others were on the line.Ken came up and inspected the page. “How many in the middle?” he asked.“Three,” I said. “I was pulling a little to the right. The sight is off just slightly, but I’ll get used to it,” I said.Ken said, “Unclip it, I’ll be back.”To my surprise, he came back with a clear plastic sheet that had small.