The blaring of the horn behind him jolted him back to reality. Casually flipping off the other driver, he hit the gas and tucked the amulet into his s...irt pocket for later examination.*****That evening, a silver sedan pulled into the parking lot outside Steve's studio, its sole occupant on the verge of tears. Chastity Lynn MacNichols, youngest regional director for Harper & Davis and graduate cum laude from Harvard Business School, had just had the worst day of her life.After attempting to. I had to obediently follow her into the bedroom which was done up in soft colors and had a sprawling double bed which was very much inviting.She drew the thick curtains and the room was in complete darkness for a second before she switched on a dim light just above the dressing table. She then switched on the AC. I then took in the atmosphere of the room which suddenly had a demanding air of some act which was soon to begin in the dim lit room.I could see her silhouette moving around in the. But who am I to judge? Now let's get busy. In fact, beforeyou start on my twat, you can pay some attention to my ass. Just pretendit's another pussy and get your tongue working on it. Okay?" She askedit as if he had a choice. As completely snared as he was, he tactfullyreplied, "Yes, Randi. Whatever you say." She made a mental note to gethim stuttering again. It was so amusing to make him lose control of notonly his appearance and sex life, but even his ability to speak. She hadhim. She’d have failed multiple classes in the spring and would be shackled by the suffocating shame of her parents’ disappointment. She’d be wondering where she’d be going to school again in the fall and still sorrowfully pining away for the best friend she’d lost who was never coming back. And worst of all, she’d still surely be searching for validation in all the wrong places. Her warped, codependent relationship with Matt would be reaching new depths of hopelessness and perversion, and when she.