Her heart started pounding. Chalmers stood up and walked around the desk. Then he smiled at Michelle. ‘Relax, sweetheart,’ he said. ‘I know you�...��re going to do just fine on the Martin’s account. You don’t need me to hold your hand, right? That would be insulting! And you know I respect you too much to insult you, right?’ He reached out and patted her well-rounded bottom. Michelle had been around enough to know exactly what Chalmers was up to. He just wanted to see how far he could get with her,. Yetyou loved it so much that when Monday morning rolled round you forgot itwas a work day and dressed that way again, as if you were me, fullmakeup and all, all without thinking. Just like any other womanpreparing to go to the office. You performed the whole ritual the wayI'd taught you without thinking, mascara, two shades of eye shadow,eyeliner, foundation and blush, lipstick and gloss, all of it, chattingwith me about other things the whole time. Because it felt so natural,you told me. . Then I went back into the changing room.Mum meanwhile had undressed and because she didn’t wear any underwear she for sure was all naked in the tight room. As she saw the champagne glass in my hand she understood what I planned. “Mummy has such an intelligent boy” she said and kissed my forehead as I went down on my knees. As I reached the floor I saw my mum’s nice pussy right in front of my face. I held the glass under the slit and looked up into her face. She gave me her hot and motherly. I thought I had lost him. I had lost my Daddy. His eyes still look sad. He reaches out and pushes my hair off my face. His touch is soft. My sobbing is slowing down. My heart is broken though. My family now thinks I am just a crazy slut that accused her own uncle of rape. “Baby girl. I apologize to you.” He says.I try to stop crying and look at him.“I am so sorry. I have not been supportive of you at all. You have been going through hell and I have not been there for you. I was.
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