It had been also six years since they had lost her in a car accident and he still missed her every day. Amy was growing up to be more and more like he... mother with every passing year. The similarities were stinging at times.Spencer and Amy had left Washington D.C. where he had worked as a lobbyist and moved to upstate New York. Despite being a senior partner in his firm, the capital remined them too much of Kirstin and their previous perfect life together. In sympathy for his grief, Spencer had. 'That's just perfect, ' He thought, 'here I have three constituent dinner stops scheduled for tonight and now this! Must be the stress.'TUESDAY 2:45 P. M.I-74 Eastbound, Bettendorf to Moline Bridge, Mississippi RiverCarlos Rivera had been the 'go-to' guy for 'Los Lobos' for almost two years now. His Jeffe had told him to go take a look at Chicago. Word was that it had become an 'Open' city and Miguel wanted to scope it out before the others beat him to it.There was a reason for Carlos meteoric. Then she discarded it, revealing those breasts, those nipples that I knew where more than her pride and joy. They were the centre of her sexual gratification.“Oh,” said Shy and reached out for her glass of wine, BUT her eyes had not wavered and Cee knew this because I saw that glimmer, that shadow of victory pass over her face. Cee leant forward a little to reach for her own glass and this allowed her breasts to swing pale against her tan lines, the nipples half-erect and wanting attention: a. You like swallowing your boss's spit, don't you?" He breathed, releasing his grip from my neck, and standing up. I was still on my knees. I knew not to move until he said so. "Yes, boss... I love it when you spit in my mouth. I'll always swallow it like a grateful slut..." This was so wrong. So wrong, but I couldn't stop wanting this man to treat me like this. We were sexually addicted to each other. Our surreptitious desires illuminating us each time we played together. "Of course you love.