"Hey what are you up to?" One day I text her and say "hi love" (which is really common in my culture to call someone love). She didn't reply and later...that day I asked what happened. Then she told me, she was so surprise that I called her love.After that I knew something would happen. We would have lunch together, coffee breaks and stuff. I was always telling her how beautiful she was dressing, and believe or not, she started dressing better, take more care of her hair and etc.Apparently, her. Packard's words. "I really need the money..." she trailed off."I'm sure you do," he said as his fingers slowly move down her neck and inched their way inside her blouse. "However, I can't just go hiring every pretty girl that comes by..."Suddenly Mr. Packard's secretary strode into the room. Brittney jumped, but Ted calmly slid his hands back out of Brittney's blouse before addressing his secretary. His secretary quickly glanced at Brittney and a look of disgust flashed across her face but was. In doing so, they free us up to fear our next car payment, the supposed slight of a lover, the impression we will make at the company picnic. We cloak ourselves in the fear of living our lives. We see our lives not as magical gifts to be treasured, taken, emptied of every last drop of sustenance. Oh no. We see our lives as something to be endured, gotten through, to get even with. The path of most people’s lives, leaves a trail of unopened doors, behind which lay the magic of life never. I am very slim (with a flat stomach) and very healthy. I have a full head of shoulder-length grey and dark blonde hair and stubble. My penis, just under six-and-a-half inches, has not been affected in any way. As a matter of fact, I think that my penis really likes 'action' and I am very, very horny!I have two main carers, one in her early sixties, Fran, who I guess is just over five foot, medium build, with a belly, short grey hair and looks her age and has watched me jerk off and cum and has.