Aimee's mother worked hard to help Aimee pay her tuition to a collage where Aimee got her M.B.A.The first person Aimee worked for out of college was J...mes Malen, who was Debbie's father. Aimee knew instinctively when she met him that James was a good person. Aimee enjoyed working for him. Aimee knew that her boss really loved his daughter, and that love for his daughter, as well as his grief over his dead wife, was what drove him in his work.Even with such a powerful drive behind him, James was. He grabbed my hair, twisted my face toward his and kissed me without passion, while groping my sopping cunt. Once i unlocked the door, he ripped my clothes off, pushed me on the bed and removed his pants. In full light, his cock seemed even bigger. I succeeded in getting the head of that monster in my mouth, rolled my tongue as best I could on it, and stroked it with both hands. He moaned, said OH shit that feels good. I hope your cunt can stretch more than your mouth. He turned me belly down,. The rest of the committee members had left already but Kay remained. She loved doing stuff like this, using her creativity to come up with themes and such. Besides, it was a great way to relieve her sexual frustration, at least until she got home and was able to masturbate. By the time Kay had finished up every detail it was 5:00 PM. She sighed with satisfaction, put all her materials away, and left the room. As she headed down the hall, she passed room 105. Her eyes lit up. She slowly. " She took some pictures of me standing in front of the whitebackground, sitting indian style, leaning on a number two, and crawlingon the floor in quick succession before doing the same with Lily. Shethen had us sit together with the number and then also some other posestogether before repeating pretty much the same steps with two otherbackgrounds. One we used a gigantic teddy bear as a prop. Mom andHannah also joined in at times, one of the photos I hoped turned outhad me sitting in Hannah's.