Her face involuntarily twisted into a tightly drawn raw caricature of its real beauty. Overcome with anguish, she burst into tears. Her tears, her deg...radation, her helplessness was greeted with laughter, with mirthless jeers. She looked from face to hate filled face. These had been her peers, her colleagues just days before. How could they do this? Only Fletcher looked away, but she could see the distaste, disgust written there. Sorrel knelt on the ground looking from person to person to. It was something that she had always wanted to try, but it just didn’t float his boat, as they say. She glanced up at Bradley as he appeared fully dressed. Her near nakedness made her feel vulnerable and coupled with his stature and the dominant presence about him she also felt quite submissive.He came around the kitchen work area and stood close to her. “How’s your bottom feeling now?” he asked patting her.“It’s fine.”He smiled. “Well, at least you know what to expect now.”She felt weak with. "Hey Alex,over here." I smiled as I saw her waving and headed to where she wassitting.I was glad that Fiona would be sharing the bus ride with me. "Are youok?" Fiona asked as I sat down next to her. "Yeah," I replied. "Justnervous." Don't be, it'll be fine." She gave me a quick reassuring hug. I lookedat her, she was wearing her usual getup; ripped denim jeans and a red t-shirt that looked like it hadn't been washed in a while and her breastshung loosely, her sneakers were also in a bit of a. She was one of the most attractive women he'd ever seen, even if she was literally old enough to be his mother. She looked like she was in her twenties, not her thirties.They stepped into the bedroom, and Jodie started taking off her clothes. Dane did likewise, and they ogled each other's body. Even if they hadn't been mother and son, they were still each other's type. Jodie was much more Dane's type than Sherry was.His dad's new wife was tall, almost six feet, and she had a body like a fashion.