Peter’s passion was becoming obsession. For a brief moment, he wished he hadn’t seen her at all. Then, he tried to convince himself that she was n...t the most beautiful creature in the world. The thought was absurd so he discarded it. She was walking with confident steps. Her small feet were clad in high heeled clogs that were showing off her delicate ankles. Peter fixed his gaze on the pristine rosiness of her rounded heels. Then, he explored the soft curves of her calves and thighs, wondering. A fast audit of the books explained why the man had tried to fight our new general manager in Great Britain and Europe combined. He had stolen over a million Euros under the mistaken belief the Watkins people would protect him.News clippings of the incident were sent to each plant under his authority. Everything was quiet and productive after that.In Oklahoma we started two operations twenty miles apart. Charles Harwood purchased an abandoned zinc mine to supposedly turn it into a mushroom. The hooking of her better bras could be made in different degrees of tightness. Were the fitting too tight, I would unfasten the hooks and she would fill her lungs, at which point I would redo the hooking. Were the fitting too loose, she would empty her lungs and looking over her shoulder I could see further within it before I increased the tension.Sometimes later on a day of high temperature, Auntie would have me unhook her bra and turn away while she removed it from her blouse.“Being free is. He felt her coming, and slowed down, his fingers moving slowly and surely, feeling the waves of her orgasm flowing through her body. He kissed the base of her neck, long and lovingly, making the hairs on the backs of her arms stand up and goose-pimples run the full length of her long shapely legs – incredibly she came again, gently yet very, very powerfully.She turned over and sat up, to see his cock bulging in his shorts right in front of her face as he swiftly moved backwards, nervous now.