How can such a monster have the face of an angel? You think of some groady sick fuck out raping college students. But him? He could have anybody. Must...be some sick fucking fetish&hellip, I cry. What can I do? Why do you fucking care you sick fuck, you did this to me&hellip,remember? He lifted an eyebrow. He didnt look away. We stared. Was he mocking me? Ill need to change your dressing soon. I cleaned it while you were sleeping but it is a deep cut. He said calmly. Was that sadness in his. My great-grandpa Zeke, rest his soul, had as a young man ridden a B-17across German skies. As a bombardier he'd taken more than thirty tripsover the Reich and by his own account killed a lot of people. Then hereturned from the war, got a foreman's job in a factory, joined a unionand fought cops on the picket lines. These experiences had given himfirm views on the corrupting influence of unearned wealth and power.Just a few years ago, resting in his recliner hooked up to an oxygentank, he'd told. Yep, it's time! I hear the taps getting louder until your standing in front of my open office door. My eyes run approvingly over your figure as I get up to greet you.You lean against the doorjamb in your new dress. It is a full length form-filling white sequined gown. The bodice is heart shaped and rides low upon your breasts, leaving my co-workers with no doubt about the wealth of treasure hidden underneath. Around your throat is a jeweled collar with sparkling straps that appear to be holding. I told her how beautiful she was and placed my hands on her thighs. We starred at each other and I moved forward to kiss her. She was numb for a second there but gradually she kissed back and in no time we were lip locked. She had the most amazing soft pink lips. While kissing I started caressing her back. As I was moving through her curves I could feel her getting hot and pushing her boobs on me. I grabbed her hard and pulled her to sit on me. She crossed her legs over me and got closer. My.