It was like these were all her friends, just tucked away for safekeeping. Along this obscure stairway Sorrel was bearing witness to the childhood of ...three very innocent young people. She wondered if her little boy and girl had a similar repository. It made her a little sad. It was just another of the things she hadn’t done. She had to put those things out of her mind. Thoughts like those weren’t good for her. They upset her emotional equilibrium, and she’d had enough grief as it was. It was. "Come in Stephanie," she said, her voice even and measured. I pushed the door and stepped into the plush study, a thousand thoughts racing through my mind. Would she tell me off? Would she dock my pay? Would she fire me, sending me home without money or a job? Oh god, I thought, what would I do without a job? Would I have to move back to my mom's?"Stand there please," said Miss Ford, gesturing with her hand. The older woman was sitting in her old wingback chair beside the window, bathed in the. ”“Uncle Luther, I got a good friend who wants to come spend the night with me, do you think we could do that?”“Well you sure can but you’ll have to sleep in your own room if she does. We don’t need to let anyone know about you and me fucking.”“I know, but she likes me a lot and I think she wants to maybe touch me.”“Well, that’s up to you, who you let touch. Just remember that you have to keep things like that quiet for your reputation too, Kat.”“I know and I will too. Would you let her sleep. He then shoved his cock in my mouth and grabbed me by the back of thehead and told me to keep fingering his ass as I sucked him. I did and heworked his cock in my mouth forcefully. His thick cock went from lips tomy throat over and over with my tongue licking the pre cum trying tokeep up. He pumped even faster, then pulled out and shot loads of creamycum all over my hair and face.Somehow he stayed rock hard. He pulled me up and pushed me against theoffice building, his cum still dripping down.