I'm not even sure how I was able to walk the rest of the way into the office and sit down in one of the chairs in front of his desk. "What can I help...you with, Anna?" he asked. God, this man was gorgeous. His dark hair was short, but you could tell he hadn't had a haircut in a while since it had grew out a bit to sit just above his ears. It was so dark it was almost black in color except for the strands of hair that had turned white around his ears. He had the most beautiful blue eyes. It was. She hissed and rolled her hips even higher as he slid deeper inside her. "Chahlie, isn't this what you wanted?" Her voice cracked then, at the edge of tears. "Please tell me this is what you wanted..." "Oh, yes, Carol," he whispered quickly. "I've wanted this so much, I've wanted you... I have for so long, so long..." She whimpered and embraced him, arms and legs, clinging to him as be began to fuck her, slowly, tenderly, hardly believing it was real. "Oh, Carol... It's really you..." They. " Oh Mum, that's nonsense and you know it—or you should. It's more likely that I corrupted you, so you can blame me for all the fears you have." Stevie ... Stevie ... oh god, what am I going to do? I feel so worthless—I'm spoiled goods, and nobody will ever want to know me again." Mum, look at me," I took a strong line with her and she looked blankly up at me. "You're tearing yourself apart for no good reason, and you're hurting yourself. I know how it goes. You hurt, so you blame yourself and. It’s up to me to decide what I want and what I need. I have no illusions. I just sat and listened to you talk about Jennifer and about all the girls you are seeing. If I wasn’t fully aware of what was going on before, I sure am now. And I haven’t changed my mind. I told you that I know what will happen. And I’m OK with it, because in the end, you will be able to provide what I want. Joyce thinks so, too. So does Elyse. So does Jennifer. And so does Karin. If you’re OK with them, then what’s the.