I give her a kiss and she responds back, our tongues meeting each others with the sweet taste of her mouth. I break it off just as she puts her hand o...n my crotch and starts rubbing through my jeans. I’m saving this boner for someone else today. “Marissa, remember to do everything he tells you.”“I’m scared. I really don’t want to do this.”“Remember what I told you. We need to do this. He knows about us. Do you want me to go away and you end up with nothing? Do you want mom to know and end up in. His reply says more about her motivation than even she realised at the time.“Because you want to.” He replies. The truth of it hits her and her head drops in realisation of why she is here doing this man’s bidding.“Do you trust me?” He asks in a kind and respectful voice. “Yes.”“Do you still want to cum for me?”“Yes.”“Then begin again please, and don’t forget to ask before you cum!”He remains on the dining chair close to her. With no ice this time she is already close. He instructs her as she. " The secretary eyes me warily up and down as if I'm a whore. "Sure, Miss Reynolds. I remember when you went to school here. You were much...smalller then. Head on back to his office. He just got back from lunch." I walk to the last door on the right and lightly knock. I hear some shuffling and soon Mr. Grant is opening the door with a firm expression that quickly turns to awe as his eyes travel over my body. He quickly gains his composure and ushers me in, closing the door quickly behind me.. She wanted a station, some Euros and preferably a nice hot bath and a change of clothes.Emma had thought hard on the boat; she would be docking in northern Spain and wanted to get to Argentina. She considered trying to get to an airport but the lack of documentation would make flying impossible, especially with the security checks that she would be subjected to.This left her with travelling by boat, which was far easier and slower until she considered the thought of getting a yacht. Hiring a.