Trevor fucked it all up. I can read people, all too fucking well. I guess that’s another reason why I’m so good at this. I can tell in Mr. Facelli...��s voice, truth is I could hear it all along, and I suppose now I know what made my body shiver so. I know what he wants, and I know just how fucking stupid Trevor was. Mr. Facelli wanted the rape fantasy, he had told Trevor as much before Trevor had given him my cell number. It was Trevor’s stupid ass who told me to doll myself up in my good girl. So down we went usual spot, sunbathing and me perving. Mum was in the pool and i was pretending to read my book again. She started to swim over and as i was watching as she attempted to left her self from the pool. She was laughing as you could see she wasnt strong enough. I found it quite funny but i was pretending i wasnt paying attention. Then all of a sudden i noticed one of her tits had fallen out of her bikini top where she was trying to get out. Perfect view. 'that was hard work' she. Those can be very soothing sounds, but right now they didn't bring any sleep. Maybe I dozed, maybe I didn't, I'm not sure. But one thought managed to worm its way to the top: had this happened before?I got up and started digging into the history of Claiborne. I spent most of that night and the next digging as far as I could. In the end I had three names that were somehow connected to the early days of Claiborne: Cheryl Travis, Hannah Gibbons, and Greg Lemuir.All three were Senior IT Managers.. My mind too it felt like. I felt so incredibly full everywhere.Ean’s tongue felt so amazing. I tried every technique with my own tongue to match him but nothing worked. Eventually I just started licking his tongue. It was from him and it was in my mouth. I wanted to taste every bit of it.My nipples were being squeezed harder and harder in his fingers. They were little pebbles, small rocks in his grip and he fought to crush them. I let off no sign of pain. It was the most pleasurable thing I had.