There were other conversations going on around them creating a bubble of privacy.“Yes, I think so,” Cheri said, wondering where this was going.“...ell, Susan and I have been talking and we’d like you to stay with us, be a part of our lives, and a part of our family.”“I don’t know what to say,” Cheri said.“You don’t have to say anything. Just think about it. Now, let’s go over what we’re going to be doing and what you need to do for me while we’re in D.C., OK?”“Sure, boss,” Cheri said. Her mind. Things have come full circle as I follow a path of serendipity through this maze of ugliness and greed before me. Providence tells me it leads the way to you...exert 3-28-12 from JOURNAL******************************************************************************** "ORIGINS OF A SEX ADDICT" chp. IMy memory dims as I strain to recall my earliest sexual stirrings. As a young lad I was always curious about the opposite sex. I was. The cock in your mouth will stay in place to help youremember to keep your head in the correct position." Her laugh washarsh as the treadmill began again and I again began to mince along. Ittook me several paces to remember how to get my arms and wrists into thecorrect position and rhythm and I felt the effects until I did. Whenthe machine stopped again, I was exhausted. I had suffered through afew 'training' moments and was ready to collapse.She knew I was played out, but She also had. Within a minute I was pounding that pussy hard like a hound chasing after a bone; the bed shook with our combined weight. Justin had her face pressed to the bed, her hands clutched the sheets while her ass stuck up facing me. I changed tactic and held her by the waistline, pulling her to slam back and forth against my cock while she moaned and cursed aloud each time I fucked her. I was fucking so well and hard, I could feel my heart beating against my chest, and yet I didn’t care. I didn’t even.