“You shouldn’tbe forced to do things you don’t want to.”“You’re not mad at me?”“No. I love you, rememb...r?”She gave me a memorable kiss, a kiss with just a hint ofpossibility, but it was not to be. Not yet.Though we maintained a close relationship, what hadhappened between us was never far from the surface, eventhough two years or so would pass before anythingchanged. Things started to boil not long after Carla turnedtwelve, and started. Coming to pound you!’ But I knew he had been watching because we always fucked in his office after this. He would write on the chalk board outside ‘In a meeting’ and bend me over his desk pulling me open and plunging into my tight arse. And there on the CCTV screen the camera would be point straight to were I had been. It was obviously crammed downstairs. Pete took me to the office. We usually went there first. He would get a kick out of showing me how naughty people were being downstairs.. Then another. The swell of my heavy breasts mounds over the top of my white lace bra, holding my blouse open.Shutting down my mind and reaching deep inside of me, I begin the seemingly endless trek down the hallway to your office. I could walk this mile with my eyes shut - I'd walked it enough in my fantasies. Your door stands ajar and I can see you sitting at your desk, frowning in concentration. Your glasses laid to the side of your desk tell me the intensity you are investing in your. He had tried weights tied to his waist, arms, legs nothing seemed to help except tying a rope to hisself and that didn't help very much at all. Trying to do work on the farm was impossible when one was a few feet of the ground.A week after Mitch had left, John felt the first stirrings of a voice far away. The voice sounded like Mitch's but he wasn't too sure. Sighing he wished that Mitch had given him more than cryptic instructions, on how to control his new (lol) old body. John had a neighbor.