She didn’t hate her job but if truth be told it was just one more step along with college and grad school toward her ultimate goal. She wanted to be... a Mrs. Not a Miss. She wanted a handsome and successful husband and all that came with it. More than anything she wanted to be called ‘mommy’ by at least two and maybe three people. This man was certainly not the first one she had targeted in her quest but he was head and shoulders above the other prospects she had pursued and events were unfolding. If you want to do something, then do it, but never sell out on the only thing you can truly call your own: Life.I write after a few days of relaxation. They have placed me under fifteen minute checks as a result of my outburst over Charlie’s death. For a while I stopped speaking. I only wrote. I didn’t do anything else. This served as my main line of communication to the staff members here. Fifteen minute checks means that they check up on me every fifteen minutes. This gets annoying after some. I took this as my signal to go back to our room and wait in the bathroom.After what seemed like ages I heard the door go and voices as they came into the room. I could clearly make out her voice telling her conquest to sit on the bed while she got some drinks and put some music on. With the music on the voices became muffled, I texted her, “what are you doing now?” “a striptease”, she replied. Knowing how good this would be, I stroked my rock hard cock, which was bursting to be let out. A few. .. it's so sexy ... I could do this to you all day..." Mmm ... I'd like that," she answered with a little moan, her concentration on the wonderful feelings in her cunt. "Mmmmm ... that feels so good..." He felt the weight of her body as she pressed down on his hand and wiggled her crotch on his palm.After a few more thrusts in and out of her with his finger, He took his hand away. He used it to angle his cock straight up towards her slit as the shapely youngster straddled his lap. The tip.