But in the first place, I trust her – and there aren’t many people I trust. And Carl. Together, they’ve saved my life, not just my company, twic...e that I know of, and probably more.“I originally had a traditional white, male, executive VP. He was charming, smart as a whip, personable, and competitive as hell. He was also maneuvering to steal the company out from under me. Margrit and Carl came to me one night and showed me the proof, which I verified. The next day I fired him, and let the NSA. She pushed back at me with utter abandon, her hips working so well with me, like a well-oiled machine, her buns moving to pull me deeper inside her, toward her bowels. I lost all self-control and just began ramming and rutting like a beast, Mom joining me in pure, primordial delight. For a moment, we were just animals mating as fiercely as we could, despite the inability to actually breed in that hole.I could smell it when Mom creamed herself from the sodomy, and I let loose my own white-hot. ”“I am Jessica, what can I do for you?”“I am Don Carlson and you rent out my condo.”Pointing a finger at him she said, “805 right?”“Yes.”“Listen, I don’t mean to put you off but I am late for a showing and I don’t like being late. Are you going to be home say around five?”“I should be.”“I live in the same building that you do so I will stop by and see you then, okay?”“That’s fine.”Don watched her walk to a white Mercedes sedan, enter it and drive away. She was an attractive lady with what. "It's the thought that countsThe sequelThe warm summer sun sunk into a painter's palette of red yellow, and orange as the evening sunset blistered against a darkening blue sky. To most of the residents of suburbia, it was the perfect end to a lazy summer Sunday afternoon.Eerie shadows from tree branches outside the window danced across the bedroom walls. There was an unpleasant and deafening silence throughout the house broken only by Cathy's occasional sobs. Over the last three hours her.