Emma
Emma was beautiful, intelligent and fun. And I was working late with her. At least I was trying to work, but I could hardly take my eyes from her breasts. Sometimes I thought she knew this. Other times...
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Monday morning, to work. To see her again. I was torn. On the one hand I found her captivating. She was beautiful and there was barely a minute that I didn’t think of her. On the other, the things she...
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I took Emma her coffee at nine a.m. She was not in the best of moods, obviously a little hungover and tired from the night before. She had me kneel at the side of the bed as she drank. It was...
View ArticleEmma takes control
Monday morning, to work. To see her again. I was torn. On the one hand I found her captivating. She was beautiful and there was barely a minute that I didn’t think of her. On the other, the things she...
View ArticleEmma takes me
I took Emma her coffee at nine a.m. She was not in the best of moods, obviously a little hungover and tired from the night before. She had me kneel at the side of the bed as she drank. It was...
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