She must have been in her early thirties."You must be Timmy... nice to meet you after all this time," said thewoman as she approached me."Yes. Nice to...meet you too," I said as I reached out my hand.After we shook, she said, "I'm Emily, VP of marketing here at FemBoy.We are so excited that you came down here today! We were worried aboutyou Timmy. Our marketing team is in here. Please come this way..."She motioned to the large room. I followed her inside and she closedthe door behind me. Around a. "Why should we stop, mom?" It's ... it's just not right. It's so wrong, sweetheart."I bit my lip, trying to think through the haze of need engulfing me. "If it's so wrong, why were you coming on my fingers just now? It felt right to me, to be bringing you such pleasure..." I trailed off, awaiting her reaction."We shouldn't have done that," she whimpered. "I shouldn't have let you. It was wrong of me."I regarded her sceptically, watching the rosy tint of her orgasm slowly fading from her chest.. Manuela was good, She just kept on pumping while he reached around and played with her boobs, roiling the nipples between his fingers. Just then Ronny gave a grunt, pushed forward and dumped his load into Bea's backside.As Ronny's limp, shit stained, prick slipped out of Beas' cumm filled ass Ms Smartass squealed as she bounced up and down. She was definitely enjoying herself until, that is, Manuela filled her ass with Latin cum and slid out. I don't think she had quite finished. However, it. Then it had all come crashing down and he'd broken down under the weight of it all, before he had shut down completely.He'd stepped into unfamiliar territory by needing others to help him through that. Not others. Her. Through this entire nightmare he was faced with one undeniable truth. He had needed Elizabeth Keen - and she had been there for him. She had sat with him as he'd cried, prepared meals for him that he'd barely touched, made sure he got his concussion checked, and had held him.