"I have an album here," she made her way up to the far left corner of her room, where her dresser was. She produced a black book from her dresser and ...eld it. "It's mostly made of the people whom I favor," she turned only to find him right behind her, popping her personal bubble. Sally gasped and dropped her book, which fell to the pages he was smiling in. "Mr. Craig, I need you—" "I know," he whispered and quickly grasped her shoulders. In a flash, his. He sits up, not breaking the deep passionate kiss and with that, they slowly strip each other of each other’s clothing, him, slowly taking her nighty off, letting it slip slowly down her shoulders, exposing her fine breasts and curvaceous body, her, gracefully pulling down his boxers with one hand and letting it slip down his legs. Words weren’t needed, it was as if they knew each other’s thoughts, each other’s wants and needs, both slowly dipped into the pool’s warm water, both void of any. I'm pushed face first against the bathroom door, my hands placed on the door above my head. My hips are pulled backwards away from the door, towards Daddy. I end up standing arms stretched up above my head with my bottom sticking out and my legs spread wide apart. Daddy runs his hands all over me. Touching, pinching, squeezing. His mouth finds my sensitive ears and neck and smothers them with kisses and nibbles. By this time I'm shaking from head to foot, moaning and begging him to fuck me, to. I had been in Springfield doing my "fixing" for nearly three months now, and my job was done. Simmons' permanent replacement had arrived a week earlier, and I had just completed my turnover. I had a flight out of town today at 4:00 pm, and after that, I'd be just another fleeting episode in this region's history: who was that masked man?One of the characteristics of my odd role in the organization was that I never seemed to make it into any company photos — you know, the kind that employees.