Bettina came back with her capris and tee on and holdinga can in her left hand and her panties in her right. She asked me. "Jaimewhat's graphite packi...ng grease?" It's a stiff black grease for packing the shaft housing that seals thehull where the shaft penetrates the hull, ma'am." Tammy come here and open this can and take these panties and coat Jaimewith this grease so it looks like she's wearing a bikini. Make sure itcovers her just like a panty and bra set, and then send her over to myhouse. A tear fell from her eye. "Yes, Sir. Those are the photographs. I am so ashamed of them. I wish you had not seem them." "Seema, these pictures are unimportant now. They are yours do with as you wish. My offer is real. Would you like to be my personal assistant? If you don’t want to take the offer, I understand. Regardless of your decision, you are no longer under contract to Mr. Tamraj. You are free of him. He has no hold on you anymore. You may stay and work here if you like or move on with. Tight but smooth, she’s well lubricated. There is no pretense in her now. She’s as hungry as I for the a****listic release we both desire. Slow and deep I push all of me that I can fit into her tight pussy. I bump up against her cervix and she bucks back into me. Meeting each thrust with more vigor. More demand. She quickens the pace.I rise off her small body and look as I move in and out of her. My glistening cock smells its victory is near. I always marvel at the look of it as it. ." Oh my God..." Marie rarely said this phrase out loud, but she felt thiswas as suitable time as any to say it. "Why have you never told me thisbefore?" You've never asked. And I was embarrassed, I thought you'd be angry." Angry? I'm not angry." Marie paused. "Sam, answer me this. Do you wishyou were a girl?!"Sam looked up at his Mom and answered the question with littlehesitation. "Yes, yes I do."Marie reached out across the table and took her son's hand in hers. "Ido too!" She smiled."You do.