" Say I am your princess and you are my man Brad." You are my princess Chrissie...ohh Chrissie...ahhh... I am your man." Are you mine to command Brad?..." as I squeezed him and moved my handfaster."Ooooo," he whined loudly. "Yes Chrissie I am yours to command. Pleasedarling can I cum?"I whispered, "Yes Brad, I will count you down from five and you must cumon zero. Afterwards, lay still and keep your hands down and your mouthopen. Ready darling?"He nodded fervently as I moved my hand faster.I. She came up to his office, stepped in, closed the door, and said, “Coffee, Mr. Derrick?” as usual, which was her normal question nowadays when she came in, because he always asked for coffee, no matter what he called her up for.Surprisingly, Mr. Derrick shook his head. “No, Lindsey, I need something a little more…satisfying today. Could you lock the door for me?” He said, while he motioned for her to come forward. “Do me a favor Lindsey, unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants for me.”Lindsey. I get up silently and walk as stealthy as a ninja and stand behind you enjoying the fragrance originating from your hair.You were standing in the black hoodie with your wet hair making some breakfast, while I snuck behind you and lock you in my arms, rub my nose on your neck to sniff the fragrance of your freshly shampooed hair. I bite your earlobe (slowly unzipping your black hoodie and exploring your tits and navel with my hands) moving down licking your neck while I squeeze your boobs.I. For my own sick, self-satisfaction, I want to tell him how I still feel and to hear him say that he still loves me, too. Yet another selfish thing that shows how horrible I can actually be. But, Dear Diary, I promised you cheerful didn't I? Well, you'll be glad to know that a silver lining has shone through the clouds in an unexpected, delicate form with a fantastic accent that sends shivers down my spine. She has been a pleasant distraction with her sardonic sense of humor and voluptuous.