Except for her husband, no man had touched her in that way. Yet, what choice did she have? If she refused, her kids would go hungry and they’d have ...no place warm to stay. She did what she had to do when she had to do it and tried her best not to be home alone with him. She serviced him for the sake of her children. Still, once she was able to find her own place, once she got her life back, his despicable behavior didn’t sour her from helping others later in life nor did it make her take. Rodi Oma's life work was a miracle of the possible. A miracle made moot by the implacable energy of a sun going wild.Rodi Oma sat at his desk; his eyes wet with pain and helplessness. Through it, he thought he heard someone behind him."Ceri, I thought I..." He began to say as he turned towards the door. The woman who stood there was not his assistant though. Rodi didn't recognize her. "Who are you?" I'm here to help you." Help me how?" he asked bitterly. "You can't save me, and I can't save. " Please. Now, I want you now." She squeezed my thigh."Oh, I'll take care of you in due time," I said.Her hand went to my crotch. She outlined my cock, which was growing harder. I closed out of my email. "Don't you want me?" she asked. She kissed me on the cheek and rubbed my cock. I started to squirm. "I want you to eat my pussy," she whispered."Maybe," I teased. She pouted. "Maybe if you're good to me."She got a wicked smile, and said softly, "I'll swallow your cum, if you want." I want. I. Her whole body is poetry and more than once I found myself fantasizing about having my way with her. But my wife knew her and came often to visit me, because we worked in the same building. So I decided from the very beginning to keep my relationship with Karen strictly professional… And for more than two years, it was so. My job requires often visits to my customers onsite and I ussually made appointments in a way that after a visit I could skip returning to the office and head straight home….