Twisted...what she wasdoing now, in a car, with her boss sitting right beside her,watching. She shuddered. Why? She was to be a sex toy, but she wasal...o to keep her job; how did that fit? And an offer ofpartnership, but only if she was good at both whoring andlawyering? She was confused; she didn't understand it.Her mind slipped from these subjects as the pleasure in hergroin grew. She began gently stroking her clitorus with her fingersas she swirled the vibrator inside herself, soft moans now. She tried to say something but couldn’t.“Don’t talk while eating darling, you may choke?” She told Khadija as she licked the chocolate off her finger. Her voice had changed in 20 years.“Hey! How’s my little hero doing?” She used to say when she came to our house when I was a child. She was a college student then. Now she was the Canadian consul in Saudi Arabia.“It’s tough for women here, How do you manage?” I asked Irene as she sipped her coffee.“I mean it’s tough but you get some benefits as a. At the time I had one of my rare "I don't care what happens just go for it or youll regret it later" moments, which somehow paid off.But she didn't seem to mind. It seemed like one of those moments in "Friends" when Ross and Rachel just knaw each others faces off without a care in the world, or JD and Elliot in the early days of "Scrubs".In our drunken state, after a good ten minutes of her lying on top of me on that couch, me grabbing her amazingly tight ass that I think she was tensing. "Oh, yeah, I guess so," he mumbled."You really wanted to watch me do it?" I thought that maybe we could do it together. Maybe while we watch the videos?"Well, there was a suggestion. It takes little to realize that he was suggesting that we both get naked together and take care of our own needs in front of one another."It would really be pretty hot. You're really beautiful, you know."He must have been thinking about this, thinking of me not just as an aunt but as a woman, so I asked him."Thank.