Such a waste of such brilliant talent.”Alice smiled at her friend and released her hand and picked up her tea. “She’s a grown woman. Allow her h...r own choices.” She sipped her tea and enjoyed the strong bergamot flavour of Earl Grey. “Anyway, eat. I want to see you eat something substantial. You’re wasting away.”Nancy nodded, and they grew quiet, enjoying the high tea. Finally satiated, they leaned back and enjoyed the last of the tea. Finally, Nancy spoke.“I was wondering if you knew how I. He still hadn’t been able to conclude weather Mireille was abusing him or if he was a willing party. He knew one thing though, that once she started, the feelings of resentment he had were quickly pushed aside by the warmth of her twat and sphincter pushing against his erect head poking out from his abs toned body. Never had he had the courage to tell his boss what he really felt of her. That he tought very little of this married old bitch who got her fix by forcing her employee to sodomize her. This morning he was again sitting behind her. Photos of her almost naked body ran through his mind. It was all he could do to restrain himself from reaching out to touch her hair. “Get a grip, man,” he said to himself. “It’s time to ‘man up’ and find a way to meet her.” That afternoon Clark stood in the lobby of his building waiting for Karen to leave hers to catch the bus home. After waiting for almost 40 minutes, he saw her leave her building and head toward the crosswalk. He waited until she. .. Now go finish your chores!" Her dominating mannerisms were something that started a short time ago. It started with her saying she felt poorly and needed my help around the house. I worked long hours and she was the home maker but I agreed to help. It was not like we are messy with just the two of us, so it didn't seem unusual. However, it some how seemed to stick and I was now responsible for most of the house care. Besides, I was rewarded at bed time, if you get my drift. About four thirty.