There is a photo he caught of me early on with Forest and Martina. We’re all still dressed, but Forest and Martina are passionately kissing right be...hind me, and I’m staring into David’s camera lens with a very ambiguous, rather melancholic look on my face. And I think he captured something true then – I knew that with these two (as with all of the couples I had ever been with), I was the hired help, and not part of the love bond they had between each other. That was okay. They paid me a lot of. “You said it, not me!” she giggled.“Watch it!” I said sternly. “Or I’ll have to turn you over my knee!”“Promises, promises!” she said.I stopped in to say ‘good morning’ to Viktor Bykov, then went to the office next to Chris’ to get to work. Most of the changes were fairly simple, so I blasted through them quickly, then started working on the sales and delivery projection reports which reminded me of our pipeline reports. I had almost finished at noon when Chris came to ask about lunch.“I need. I laughed and told her that she should only do that if she would really go through with it.After we finished our meal, we walked over to Graeter’s for ice cream and when we had finished, I drove Erin home. I walked her to the door, and we hugged and exchanged a quick peck on the lips. She said goodnight and went inside and I drove home.Friday after school, I joined the German Club on a field trip to the Cincinnati International Folk Festival. I got on the bus and sat behind two very cute girls. Then, a pause, and pulling from her delicious little cunt, I rolled her over, grabbing one of the large, firm pillows under us and placied it under her middle. ‘Do you want this? Do you need this?’ I growled into her ear as my hand delved to caress her sopping pussy then using the wetness from there to ease the slow penetration of a finger into her tight, puckered ass. Her assent, – a nod and a toss of her head as she looked back over her shoulder and smiled at me. Slowly and deeply my wet.