Quite innocently in a way, but as time went on things developed in ways that shaped our futures.A new freedom had arrived and it had begun changing my...routine life. In a few years it would forged me into a successful businesswoman.Till now the road has been dark and narrow but bright motorway lights ahead of the Mercedes promise me a familiar route home. With the glare of an approaching junction, the events I'm immersed in quickly dissolve.Later though, alone in my room with a bottle of brandy. " O kaaaayeee..." Look, a bunch of the girls were talking about what a hunk he is and that he'd be a great catch. You know how it is. Anyway, I saw him at the playoff game with his camera and thought he looked good. We knew you were going with him but ... shit, I don't know what I thought. Maybe if he saw a real woman he'd toss you out or something. I'm sorry, I didn't really think much about you at all. I just wanted a chance to be with him." So why are you apologizing now?" Because I was an. His head leaned forward as he kissed the tops and sides of her breasts but not her nipples, leaving her wanting. Gina pulled at his jeans, maneuvering them past his hard on which was pressing against his crisp, plain boxers. The jeans slide to the floor and Rick stepped out of them as he continued to kiss her neck and breasts, still teasing her by refusing to touch her hard, aching nipples. Suddenly Rick stopped and taking her hand, lead Gina to the bed, laying her down on the clean sheets. He. When she visited me, in jeans and a checkered long-sleeve shirt, she looked like a model who was slumming around between photo shoots.She was effusive about her new job for the first three weeks. Then I could tell the sheen had worn off. She was eye candy for the CEOs and such who frequented the firm’s high-rise offices. She had plenty of work to do, but it was repetitious, standard stuff, for the most part. What was worse was that it became clear that the primary thing the firm did was find.