Bobby had not bothered to put his bathing suit back on. I had his jeans around his ankles and saw his cock at the ready. He pushed my jeans and bathin...g suit bottom down. Damn, they would not go over my boots. I reached down and unlaced one of the boots, kicked it off, and pulled my left foot out of my jeans and bathing suit bottom. I leaned with my back against the rough boards of the horse stall. I put a hand behind his neck when Bobby approached me and pulled him close. Bobby put his hand. Both eye brows rose when he looked at the clock and realized he was not due for his meeting for another twenty minutes. "Jenny dear, follow me to my office." He calmly said in passing as he walked by her desk. She immediately hopped up eager to follow her bosses command. Only professional... only professional she repeated to herself. She was not one who liked to mix pleasure with business. Even though he seemed to blur the line for her when convenient. Something she had a love/hate. ”“This shouldn’t take long. While you can’t control your future, this should help you face it by leaving you less time to fret. Pleasant dreams!”By the time she left to check on her other patients, Phil was already nodding off.Phil came awake—sort of—when he found himself back in Roosevelt Plaza Park. Only it was the middle of the day, and there wasn’t a soul to be seen. Somehow, the scene didn’t sit right with him. Something wasn’t right.“He ... she ... you ... it ... they...”“Pardon me? Who’s. "Take it out!" she cried in a moment of terror. "Oooooh, please!" Douglas ignored her pleas, knowing the pain would go away. He moved his hips slowly, allowing her pussy to adjust to having it stuffed with his prick. "Easy, baby," he soothed, keeping his raging passion in check. "The pain will go away." Missy thrashed beneath her father, whimpering, the pain unbearable. She bucked up, jerking her hips. She clawed his arms, her blue eyesbulging. "Daddy ... it hurts!" Douglas eased back, pushed.