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 relationship with. She enjoyed the attention but at times felt cheap for it knowing she wasn’t a source of affection for him. "Jenny, grab a seat over here." He said as he gestured with his hand to the chair in front of him as he leaned against his massive desk. "You look. I said loudly in my mind, 'Belinda Marie Hamner, come to me, immediately. Drop what you are doing, and come to me!'About thirty seconds later Bea came in my room. She was dressed in her nightgown, which was one of our Dad's old tee shirts. It came down to her knees.She said, "Master, what do you wish of me?" She was still wet from her shower and the shirt clung to her new curves.I gaped at her partial nudity. She was beautiful; she was just starting to get boobs. You know ... small bumps on her. She frowned. ‘Who needs therapy?’ ‘It’s Karen. She seems depressed,’ he replied and sighed. ‘I don’t know… it’s just… something’s off.’ ‘It doesn’t hurt to ask her if she wants to go,’ she said. ‘You can take her to see a doctor for a checkup.’ Ben rubbed the back of his neck. ‘Maybe I’ll talk to her about it. I can’t do this shit forever,’ he said. ‘Did you manage to sleep at all?’ she asked and put the book on the side table. ‘Yeah, for like three hours,’ he said. ‘I missed you.’ Despite. She never once looked my way or made a notion that she knew I was there. Keep in mind I was on huge riding mowers that are not quiet. So she must not care right, she isn't deaf I know that. There were days when I took smoking breaks under trees and just watched her from a distance. Knowing how she must be a carefree, naughty rich girl. Yelling at her mom, barely being clothed. I really wanted to fuk her needless to say. I never got into technology, so I didn't have a nice phone to take videos.