"She'd never go for that look," I said. "In all likelihood, the planet would be running on her command and nobody would even know they weren't calling...the shots any more." Sounds like me. Rescued a troubled teen and next thing I know..." He laughed. "Sometimes you just walk into a situation and start playing the cards you get dealt." I'd say we drew a couple of winning hands."Beck was at her desk listening. "I'd say you two have no idea what kind of luck you've had." She stood and walked back. Damon still had his pants on, but there was a tautness in the crotch that I was all too familiar with.I sat back up and placed my sock on the table. I wanted my money back. “On second thought, what if I had something else to offer?”All three of them looked at me.“What do you mean?” Damon asked. “What if I offered, say, a nice firm squeeze of these here boobies?” I said, sweeping my hands over them again with a flourish. They all stared shamelessly.“You’re saying you’re willing to offer titty. When he felt them pressing against his hand, he began to finger-fuck, until Rachel’s sucking distracted him.Sensing her effects, Rachel bobbed her head even faster. I wish someone would force my head onto him, but Mike’s hands are full. Still, I’m feeling somewhat in submission.Planning rehabFor Vanessa, dressing for an internal business meeting meant her dark chocolate leather suit, with a soft camisole and matching boots. I put on a cashmere pullover and gray slacks, muttering, “I really need. There’s a thing that happens when you are fucking a girl properly. There is a point of complete surrender when she has given you total and absolute control over her body. That feeling does not end after sex. That feeling follows her throughout her day. The feeling washes over her when she is working. The feeling flushes her at the most inconvenient times; while shopping, talking to her mother, praying in church. Her mind goes back to that feeling, or better said, that feeling never leaves her..