Turning back towards me, she slid the bra off, revealing full D cup breasts with medium colored areoles and pert nipples, a simple half inch diameter ...old ring piercing each one. As I stared and licked my lips she chuckled and said, “My turn again.” Reaching for my trousers, she deftly loosened my belt, snap, and zip. Grabbing the sides, she kneeled, pulling them down and off as I lifted one leg at a time. Looking up and smiling at me she grabbed the sides of my briefs and slid them down as. Sometimes she'll just lay there on her stomach and let me jerk off all over her panties. Then, I'll rub my spent dick against her ass (she has a great ass) and in the cum. It's such a treat -- she knows I'm obsessed. When I travel on business, she'll text me a description of what she's wearing right then. No picture necessary -- I know exactly which pair she's talking about.This past weekend, we were invited to her older sister's house to watch the Daytona 500 and celebrate Independence Day. I. “Oh, fuck ... oh, fuck ... oh, fuck!” I heard someone shout and looked closer outside the hospital tent where I was assigned.Already, several medics were busy bringing in some wounded on stretchers, and they were in some terrible shape. I had to put the discourse behind me and focus on the work at hand, just as Anne did. Fortunately, when she was on duty, her laid-back side vanished instantly and a tyrant emerged. She was very much in charge. Somehow, she really compartmentalized to that. And then he realizes who he is talking to. “You’re the Chris Shatto of Shatto Enterprises.”“The one and only, son,” the man says. “That’s a great handshake by the way.”“Uh ... thanks,” Chance stutters. “What can I, uh, do for you then, sir?”“Please, no sir,” the man begs.“Oh, no problem,” Chance says. “I know the whole sir is my father thing, Mr. Shatto.”The man shakes his head. “Just call me Chris. People thing I should be put on some kind of pedestal for some reason.”“People tend to do that.