Put it in my room, while I check out the spa.”“On it, Pearl,” I said, trying to ignoring the increasingly snarky attitude that my boss had been ...sing with me recently.Pearl Campbell is a best-selling wildlife photographer and author, her latest work in progress specialising in wetland birds and waders, hence her luxury hotel booking overlooking the Norfolk Broads estuary marsh, awaiting birds migrating from summer feeding grounds in the arctic circle, to see out the winter in gentler. If he was wearing baggy boxer shorts I would often get a peek at his balls as he sat with his legs apart, he did have nice legs for a man of his age and he was always there to answer questions I might have on my homework.A year or so ago I finished school, happy that my days of uniforms were over and I returned home to find Paul asleep on the sofa. He looked so peaceful laying there in his boxer shorts and I noticed the front button was open. There was half a bottle of scotch beside him and I. Why did the stupid twat go to such efforts to keep me alive - I wanted to fucking die! The next night he came I was disappointed to still be alive, especially when trhe silly sod raped me again. I had started to be glad of all the pain I was in knowing I deserved punishing for being such a selfish stupid cunt that Wednesday night but what disgust I felt when I found myself enjoying the rape this time. The more he hurt me the greater the ecstasy but I still can't fucking believe that shameful. She wasn't beautiful but she was definitely pretty, with large brown eyes and large lush lips. Her breasts were good sized, not big or anything but they appeared firm and nicely shaped from the way they looked through the tight blouses she often wore. Her waist was thin, leading down to slightly broad hips. I had always been attracted to her but she was happily married and had a couple of kids so I had just filed her away under masturbation fantasy material.I waved hi as she passed my office.