I received a text from her on the 3rd day night saying she was not keeping well and that’s y she haven’t used her mobile. We chatted for about an ...hour and at the end she told me to be at her home next evening as her parents are going to hometown to attend a marriage function. She made a excuse that she can’t travel as she’s sick. I haven’t slept a minute that night thinking what’s her plan for the next day.Next evening I took excuse from my parents that there is a sent off party for our class. I also felt a bit more comfortable sitting there, and felt less like I was standing out and like everyone was starring at me. Actually it felt good because no one there other then Elizabeth had seen the picture of me with a cock in my mouth so I felt less judged there then I had all day. With all that in mind, I actually listened more today then I had any of the other sessions I had attended. I learned how other women felt also having guilt about their rape and no matter what, the fact that. Her father was around fifty, balding and tubby; her mother was a little younger, and of mixed race to judge by how she looked. That explained why Oriole's coloring was a little exotic, and it was clear that was where she got her looks from otherwise as well. They seemed very nice, though her father was visibly nervous about the fact that Oriole's computer was in her bedroom, and that she was going to spend the next couple of hours in that bedroom with a man. Her mother took it more in. He is tall, and sexy, has black hair, blue eyes, and the brightest smile I've ever seen. Most importantly, the way he makes me feel is indescribable. I knew I shouldn't have felt this way about my boss, but I couldn't help it. I tried to deny the feelings, but it was too complicated. I looked forward to seeing him everyday. I found myself pulling extra hours just to be in his presence just a little longer. He didn't seem to mind it. In fact, I believe he liked to be with me almost as much as I.