He hadn't heard from Michael in over a month, and now this. It had sounded like a cry for help, to somebody who could read between the lines.No recove...ry program was easy, but the job Mind Controllers Anonymous entrusted to its sponsors was more difficult than most. A drunk could get behind the wheel and do untold damage, but a rogue adept could do far more -- and in a way that might not be discovered until the impact had spread exponentially.Like anything else, it was impossible to help people. I was called into the interview before I had any time to sort myself out. All I could manage was a submissive wriggle into the room. I could see the guy, the same suited guy from the train sat across the table ready to interview me. Another man in a similar style suit also sat at the table. Train guy looked younger next to the new face. The new face looked in his early 50 but like someone who worked out and looked after himself a lot. He was a silver fox no doubting that. The guy, who's. Besides, at the end of the day when was the last time someone had seemed interested in my life?Taking the last sip of my coffee, I began at the beginning, but made it as brief as possible. My father screwed when I was around five, ran off with his secretary was what my mother would later tell me. So I guess right off the bat Paula and I had something in common. Mom worked full time and did the best she could, but had a hard time making ends meet and we were constantly moving from place to place. At least it seemed that way anymore. Summer felt her nipples hard inside her bra and her pussy quickly becoming wet as she anticipating having sex with her boss/lover.When Summer walked into Philip's office, he was already sitting there in the chair behind his desk and she could tell that he was already naked. Good thing no one else had jumped ahead of her to see Philip, she thought as she gave him her usual sexy good morning greeting and then began to remove her blouse and her skirt before she.