He wasn’t bold enough to tell her what he wanted—or expected—her to do. And therefore, his tenderness was less of a reward than something that J...lie could take for granted. And something that she would take for granted, well… how excited could she expect that to get her? The way Greg said things to her, Julie felt compelled, almost powerless to resist. And that in itself was exciting. He could tell her to strip for him, or get on her knees for him or to surrender her ass to him. And he could. All the time I was holding and stroking his cock which unfortunately was very small, and I mean small, maybe only 4 inches. He then asked me to turn over and started on my front and soon he was oiling my tent pole of a cock and then got a big vibrator , lubed it up and slowly inserted it deep into my hole and turned the vibrations to max and proceeded to suck me as he worked the vibrator in my ass.Well needless to say I was soon on the edge and asked him to fuck me but he said nothing and. She always treated me as a second classchild. Another hint that I wasn't her late husband's son. I was used tothat, and I really didn't care, as long as she kept the money coming.There was no love lost between her and me.After she sat down at the head of the table, she raised the alreadyfilled wine glasses and together we took a drink. Then she filled herplate with salad. When I finally got the bowl, I already felt dizzy. Iactually dropped it when Emma handed it over to me!I... I sorry..., I. The drive was uneventful, as was the walk to the office. She usually dreaded the walk to the office, but today was different for some reason. "Maybe today will be different," she thought. "Maybe that bastard will be sick." She hurried to the office building in the cool autumn air. She arrived at her desk at exactly 8:30, as usual. "Well hello there beautiful!" said the sickening voice from inside the adjoining office. "Come on in here for a minute, we have a few things to discuss."Jenna.