And every chance I got, whenever I was home and she was over at the house, I'd close my bedroom door, and listen through the reverberating of the hous... for the voices of Ginny and my mother, and pull down my pants and stroke my cock while I listened to the voice I wished I would hear in my ear, urging me to fuck her harder...I was always careful to listen as closely as I could to the sounds of the footsteps, which came and went often, as the full length mirror with which the women always looked. "Of course not, I just told him you needed at least a verbal report for a meeting on Monday afternoon. Also that we were working on an offer to purchase. I also told him that we were miles apart with pricing." she explained."Well that all sounds reasonable," I said. "You done good." Thanks boss. By the way we are going to be gone on Friday. It is the end of my pay week, do you think I could get paid today?" Okay, let's do some work on that now. Call the accountant and get the figures plugged in. She didn’t feel the same way about herself. She was good at hiding that fact though. She tried to hide her low body image by overcompensating her sexual confidence. Her first picture to Ethan was a picture her friend took of her at work. Followed shortly by a selfie she took in her work’s bathroom. She had draped her work shirt atop her right breast, while she was squeezing it. The shirt rested atop her firm breasts like a shelf. The real reason she wasn’t wearing a bra was due to her lack of. After a few hours of spraying and wiping, and brushing dust andpolishing, his reflection finally shone through in the mirror. After afew hours more, the frame was also clean enough to make out some of thefiner details worked into the metal: specifically, there were wordsengraved into the framework. Andy squinted long and hard at them beforethey finally started to make sense to him."'Let he who gazes into me see The Echoes of Reality ? The Echoside'?Huh? That makes no sense at all!" Andy smirked.