I got out the car and wondered aimlessly towards the door, Lucy was hot on my heels always looking to comfort me. I wandered through the lifeless hall...ays until I came to the door of my father’s office. I stretched out my hand and wrapped around the cold brass handle, it sent a shiver through my body.I twisted the handle and walked in it was cold in the room on either wall were giant floor to ceiling bookcases filled with first addition books. At the far end of the room was my father’s oak. It seemed strange to watch her big breasts swing back and forth on her lithe body as she rubbed small circles over the top of her pussy and played with her nipples. It was just past 10 in the evening when she turned on the shower and opened the window to let out the steam. I was outside standing on an old milk crate, stroking my cock and peeking in at her, watching her finger herself, trying to cum. When it finally happened it was so sudden that she almost fell in the shower, eventually. Leaning over, her face close to mine, she smiles. Now that you have been prepared, its time for the next step, she whispers. With one finger at my lip, she notions me to open my mouth again, and she pours a fluid of some sort into me. Swallow, she whispers, it will break your last resistance, and make you a toy for me. Tasting sort of bitterly, I still swallow. She laughs, and smiles from my grimace. Feeling sort of warm and dizzy, it might be something to what she said. She stands up, and. Monday morning Christine didn't have the nerve to go to work. She wanted to call in sick, but knew she owed Janice a good explanation. She put on her navy blue jeans and a black v-neck tight top. After slipping on her black and white sneakers, she headed off to work, nervously.Christine walked into work slowly, fearing Janice would be at the door telling her to get lost and because of the awful rape. She opened the front door and Karen was at the front desk. She smiled at Christine.She must not.