Everything was in the same place someone left it years ago. I started in the front office. It looked like your basic reception area. The pictures on t...he receptionist's desk showed a pretty blonde dressed in 1960's style. Her date book sat open to September 13, 1968. I also checked out the other offices. They were small with the gray metal furniture. What I noticed was that, aside from a small number of reference texts, none of the desks had notebooks, not even pads to take phone messages on.. ” I gave her a direct look. “Don't you want to be closer with your son?”“And my daughter.”“Mmm, we'll get there.” I leaned forward. “Trust me. This is what I do for a living. Your family is going to be transformed once I'm finished with you.The hope in her eyes was delicious. I couldn't wait for my therapy to run its course. It would be amazing. I flicked my eyes to the bed. A few more sessions, and I would have her daughter cuddling to me in her lingerie, and then...My pussy clenched. I loved. The thought that my ass was still cherry tripled his excitement. Now hewanted his cock in my tight virgin ass more than he'd ever wanted anything in his life. As he pushed the head of his engorged member into my ass, I still struggled, but my struggles just helped it slip farther and farther inside. He eased it in as gently as he could, before wrapping his arms around my waist and pumping in and out of me like there was no tomorrow. I don't really think he wanted to hurt me, but he. He had a fresh drink, and there was a fresh one for me, too, on the table between our chairs.“Sit down,” he said, friendly as ever. “The rain’s almost stopped, and then we can rejoin the party.”I sat down without looking at him, picked up the drink and drank it straight down.“That’s the ticket,” he said.I looked toward the porch. Three or four people were standing near the edge of the roof, looking at the sky. Jenny was not among them, but as I watched she emerged from the crowd and sought me.