. and I feel ... dirty ... like ... whatever I dreamed, I want it, but I don’t, and I’m disgusted by it, but that’s part of wanting it... “But... ... maybe that’s not it at all. I don’t know ... I’m not sure.”“And so you want to be punished for dreaming something you have no control over, and reacting to that dream in a way you have no control over?”“Yes ... I do ... I guess...”“Your sisters and I will oblige you.”Mohini pushed him away, reached up with a foot and not-too-gently kicked him over on. Last to shed his clothes is Ivor the young glass collector. He seems hesitant standing in just his pants, he must be nine stone tops, he has a pale weedy body with barely and muscle on him. He seems overawed.Joy helps him along, telling him to get his kit off right this minute. He sheepishly pulls of his pants to reveal a major shock. His body may have been that of a boy, but his manhood was another matter. I look on in jealousy as his monster cock loomed into view, thick and veiny with a deep. “I’m so sorry for your loss, Dag.” I stared daggers at her.“You don’t even count anymore,” I rasped. I had almost no voice left. Smoke inhalation. Screaming. Sobbing. “It’s over.”“What’s this about?” Arnie asked. “Why are you here, Jen?”“I needed a witness,” I said. I threw a thumb drive onto the desk on top of my badge. I handed Jen an identical one. “You wanted—or said you wanted—an embezzler. There never was an increase in losses that you were worried about. They’ve always been high. Instead. In fact, when it was obvious that I wasnt going to offer up even a token resistance, he took it a step further. His hand started caressing me, and he stood directly behind me. I could feel his hot breath on my neckhe was tall, taller than my husbandand his other hand came around and started groping my left breast. I didnt say anything. But I did shivera shiver of fear, I suppose, or possibly arousal. I didnt know what this young man was doing, or how I felt about it&hellip,but my body was.