Instead of two sugars she had only used one. Additionally, she used too much creamer. So much that my tea was pale and too cool for my liking. I notic...d this immediately as she passed it to me and I told her so with a touch of disappointment in my voice. Right away her hands were visibly shaking but I ignored it for the moment. Then I took my first sip and promptly spit the tea back into my cup and placed it on to the table in front of me while shaking my head.Where moments earlier her only her. No wonder she would rather be daddy’s little princess than just get herself hitched to some guy. I hate to admit it, but that thought crushed the lovely fantasy I’ve been having in the elevator. Not that I expected a girl named Dominique to be my one true love. Really, what were people with so much W.A.S.P. pride doing, giving their daughter such a name? It was odd. But then again, rich people always seemed to name their children something weird. It wasn’t really any of my business. I opened a. After he'd positioned the sofa exactly where she now wanted it, Sandra spread some towels over it to protect the upholstery, took off her clothes, and then took off Tom's clothes. Tom fucked her on the sofa for awhile. And then she fucked him on it for awhile.Tom loved saddling himself between Sandra's upraised thighs and simply thrusting into her as deep and as hard and as fast as he could. He thought that Sandra must be pretty close to his idea of an ideal fuckmate. She liked sex of the. I thought all sociopaths wanted to rule the world. Like Adolf Hitler, Margaret Thatcher or Stalin. As it turns out, I was wrong. Some sociopaths are perfectly content to sit around doing nothing. Like my cousin Sharon. She is lazy and lives off the Canadian government’s generosity. Sounds like an insane way to live. At least to me. She feeds off her partner Myra and she feeds off the system. And now she wants to feed on me. Having recognized what she is and what she’s up to, I’m giving her a.