I commented that she looked quite sexy. Olivia then surprised me; as she bent over and showed me a tiny black string that barely covered her dark rose...ud hole…After the routine of Tuesday’s meeting, Olivia begged if she could have a quick word with me. She walked in front of me into the ladies’ room and pointed me to enter there behind her.As soon as the door was closed, shy Olivia whispered in my ear:“Would you please fuck my mouth, Boss…?”Before I could say anything, she took her string thong. Soon, another finger follows. I moan as you gain confidence and begin to finger me harder. Your motion is still slow and I close my eyes savouring the tenderness of your fingers inside me. We are no longer kissing, you are staring intently at what you are doing. No, this night is about you. We are here for your pleasure, and from that I can get mine. I put a hand on your wrist and stop you. I pull your fingers out of me and seductively lick my juices from them. I rest my hand flat against your. Whywould a loving God damn these people? Why would he lake me as I am andthen damn me?I realized that I could not return to live a lie, let alone go back andpresent to them the real me.I was lucky that I had a talent. I was an artist. I got some work with adesign group, but I also started to paint on my own, mainly my na?ve andcolorful interpretations of urban life form the eyes of somebody who hadnever seen the like of it before. Perhaps because of that, my paintingsbecame sought after and. She cursed Ronnie more and more as he became engrained into her family. She called him, the brother-in-hell. She did say she was starting to come out of her self-imposed exile and hoped both of us would find happiness in the future. She apologized over and over for any pain and mental anguish her actions caused me.The year she married Bill Arnotta her card simply said:Dearest Ben,I've finally met a man I can be happy with. I care for him a lot. We are marrying in the Spring. I truly wish it was.