You have the strength, and you can learn to use it."A picture builds up in his mind, clear and vivid. He'd been at his desk, shuffling papers aimlessl...y. The presentation for Fowler's Fabrics refused to take shape."Hey, Sam!" One of the steady processions of office boys, lank hair curling down over his collar. "Boss wants to see you."He looked up, an automatic protest rising to his lips. "The name is Mister Jackson..." But the boy was already turning away, heading for the water fountain or the. I whispered in her ears again, ‘listen to me woman, you made a decision never to be my father’s wife! Right?. That means your cunt is in the market again. If I don’t taste it some other mother fucker definitely will. Well, I cannot let that happen when, I’m here’. And also I continued to say, you are my mother and I have no love for you, I do not care for you, and do not pity you what so ever. All I care about is how to use this body of yours to the fullest extent, so it doesn’t get wasted and. Her boss, Mr. X, was sitting at his desk while she strolled in. "Have a seat Sally" he instructed her. Even though she didnt want to admit it, she found Mr. X for attractive. His deep voice sent shivers up her spin every time she heard it. As she sat down, he noticed he was looking her her exposed legs in her modest dress. "Shit, am I dressed too raveling? Its this inappropriate for the office?" she thought to herself. Mr. X got up out of his seat and walked over to her and asked her if she. She most definitely had become my biggest fan as she moaned out each climax with the vigor of youth and strength of a lust driven nymphomaniac. I told her in both word and action just how much I loved her new found ways and vowed to take a shower with her whenever time and situation availed itself to us. I went down to the kitchen with a broad smile on my face and fixed us both breakfast, she arrived just as it was done dressed in a short shift type dress and rubbed against my back.