I felt like crap. I must have looked like crap to Donna, our HR manager, too. ‘Walt, you look like death warmed over. You OK?’ ‘Yeah, Donna, I�...�m all right. Just didn’t sleep much last night. Anything new happening this morning?’ ‘Our boss is on the rampage about this year’s budget. I guess that’s not new, is it?’ ‘Nope. I’m going to get a cup of coffee, and then I’ll have another look at the numbers. Maybe if I change some accruals, he’ll be happier.’ Every year it was like this. The year-end. “I’ve thought about it since you touched me that first time, but now I want you to make me cum.”“Well honey, I’m not so sure I should. I probably shouldn’t have let you do me, but it felt so good.” Tom begins. “Dad, you showed me the first night how to touch, so it’s not like you haven’t touched me before. Plus we touched each other a lot in the pool yesterday” she pleads.After a pause in thought, Tom smiles and hugs her. “Well, I guess it’s only fair!” Tom releases her and turns to put. It was all so unjust! Karl was a man: a big man in his mid-twenties,tall and athletic (and drop-dead gorgeous, let's not forget that). I wasbarely seventeen years old, little more than a girl, slim, petite andtemptingly fragile. He was so much stronger than me; he could do as hepleased with complete impunity.An expert in his chosen field, Karl was exceptionally thorough, visitingeach of my most sensitive areas over and over until I couldn't standanother second - at which point, he subjected me. “I don’t know, I’m worried that I might damage your bra.”“Okay, so what do you suggest now?”“Well, I think that maybe you should get this off and put it in to soak.”“Okay, well if that is your professional opinion, then who am I to question it,” Jennifer said, sighing as her husband’s fingers released her nipple. “I’ll go take off my bra then.”“Okay, Mrs. Turner. I’ll just start some painting,” he said, taking both rollers from his wife. Jennifer looked down as she stepped back.“Oh my,” she.