" He pointed an accusatory finger at hisson before adding, "Besides, even if she is my favorite, perhaps it'sbecause she does what I expect of her."R...agan was getting furious. "That's just sexist and old-fashioned, andhorribly unfair. She gets stuff now, but I have to wait until somevague day when I get the company? Why do I get the responsibilitiesbut she gets the reward?"His father sighed. "She has her responsibilities, too. Since yourmother died, Cordelia has had to fill in as hostess. Reacting instinctively, she reached into the bag yet again and pulled out a tub of ice cream. It had melted slightly, but not too much and was still quite consistent in it’s texture. This was harder to eat than the cake, not having a spoon, Sophie was f***ed to scoop it out with her hands, where it quickly melted fully, her hands becoming sticky with ice cream. She didn’t care though, shoveling in more and more, trying to quell her unstoppable hunger. It wasn’t long before the tub was empty and. Jonathan would kill him."Please hurry honey. No; no, nothing's wrong. I ... I'm just hoping you get over soon. Bye."Jenn hung up. Now what? She leaned back against Boris; both hands over his; trying not to let him squeeze her nipples; but feeling helpless to resist. "Please, Boris. My husband will be here soon." She had hoped Jon's arrival would stop everything."Well he's not here yet." Boris whispered into her ear. "It's time for a bath. You don't want to be all sweaty when he gets. Waiting definitely seemed like the best option right now. I moaned softly as my massage continued, her hands in dangerous territory, electric jolts of pleasure shooting through me every time her hands came into contact with my precious cargo.I clenched my hands, steadying my nerves. My ex’s big sister, the woman I had so often fantasized about and surreptitiously checked out, was playing with my balls. It was a fantasy come true. All those times she had given me a platonic backrub that left me.