"I was getting flustered, and while it sounded like she was reading offan official crush checklist from Cosmo, some of the symptoms shedescribed were ...egitimate.Chantal said softly, "You know, he asked me about you. Would you liketo know what he said?"Chantal had power over me like this. She could evoke feelings ofnervousness, and genuine fear. My cheeks reddened. I was reacting likea real teenage girl, and it was terrifying.I shook my head repeatedly and sat down at my desk. The open lay-out. Either was good. It was the hair grip this time. Her fingers gathered my long, chestnut hair into her fists and she pulled me to her. I gave token resistance. Her hips lifted as her arms pulled and I gave in and concentrated on getting her to a wet, noisy conclusion.My tongue pressed into her, then licked up to her clit and rubbed it as a finger delved into her, curling, stroking her inner walls. Lifting her knees, she encouraged me as she usually did with her body language and her words.“Suck. Henrietta did not say anything about what we saw, and I figured that her silence was for a reason. The country was in a political uproar and she probably needed to be careful about what she said and to whom she was talking. Later when we were in the safety of her car en route back to the office, Henrietta explained that among the many laws that the PPP got passed in Congress recently was one that made the Bare Foot & Pregnant Party (BF&PP) illegal. Now all the BF&PP members were considered. ..no...well....probally not, but maybe...." With that I flushed the toilet to make it seem if I had actually used it, composed myself, and went back down the hall towards the living room.When I came back into the room dad had pulled up her night gown to expose her rather big tits, probally 40 DD (she was a big woman), and still had his hand buried in her panties. I resumed my position on the recliner and felt my 5 1/2 inch dick starting to get hard again. I kept thinking to myself "ask me to.