All Chapters of HOW I TAMED THE PLAY BOY: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

It was clear that Dad and Steven were yelling at each other at this point. I was still unable to make out what was being said. I harbored the faint hope that perhaps Dad would become so enraged that he would fire him.I can't believe my good fortune.As I maneuvered myself out of the congested area, I kept a firm grip on the file folder to ensure that nothing would be lost. It was not an easy task because the room was too congested for the chair to fit, and I had to be careful not to get anywhere near the skeleton while I was moving around. That would make my skin crawl for sure. I had to back up, pull myself forward, and eventually turn myself around partially before I could escape the situation.Well, almost.I accidentally butted myself against the side of the desk, and as a result, three volumes toppled over from where they had been stored. They accidentally knocked over a stack of papers, causing them to fall to the ground. I made an attempt to move backwards in order to get to t

t could be in any part of the home for all I know. I had to call someone…Sharon, Murphy, or even 911 — anyone will do. What other way was there for me to let someone know that I was here? That Father was...Dad was… Laptop. I turned my attention to the staircase that led to the third floor, where the storage area housing my laptop computer was located. There are three levels of stairs. There was no effing way in hell that was going to happen. I would never make it. Even though it was only one level, the fact that I had to drag myself from the study, down the hall, and into the kitchen was nearly enough to tire me. Upstairs? Only making use of my arms? I may be able to make it halfway, but then I'll have to sleep for a stinking day before I can continue. If I do make it that far, I won't be able to continue. Without assistance, I simply wouldn't be able to endure that long, except... My attention was drawn to a little black doctor's bag that was sitting next to the physical therapy equi

"I just wanted to introduce myself to you...maybe chat to you?" The poor guy appeared to be afraid, and as he stutteringly attempted to communicate with us, I felt bad for him. "I was aware of...I mean, I watched the news broadcast regarding...regarding your father. I had no idea whether or not...well, if you knew...shit."He was violently shaking his head back and forth.He whispered, "I'm already fucking this up," as he looked about."It's okay," I said.He stared at me with great concentration for a full minute."I didn't want you to be alone," he remarked to me in the end. "Neither one of us is familiar with the other, yet I...I...I thought it was important for you to know that...I smiled once again and turned my head slightly away so that he wouldn't see it."Can we talk?" he said. I turned my attention back to him. It seemed to me that we were there already. "Do you mean away from this place? Possibly go get some coffee? Do you enjoy drinking coffee?"Not really," I was quick t

Toying around with Sharon's tits was unquestionably something that had the potential to keep my thoughts, hands, and tongue engaged for a very, very long time. The skin had a velvety texture and a creamy consistency, and it was just somewhat lighter in tone than the flesh on her arms and shoulders. Her nipples were a dark rosy pink color, and they were the perfect size for me to suck into my mouth and feel the texture with the tip of my tongue. Her nipples were also quite soft.When I did so, she whimpered in response. She was equally as vocal about it, in contrast to the manner in which she had behaved when her father slept in the adjacent room. She leaned forward and buried her fingers into my hair as she arched her back and tilted her head back toward the sky. At the same time, she virtually crammed her nipples into my mouth. I was more than eager to comply, so I wrapped one hand around her and pressed her up against me while I alternately fondled and sucked on her breasts. She see

"You want me to come in?" I asked. When Sharon inquired. "I can just wait in the lobby or something," she said. "I have no problem with that.""It shouldn't take long," I remarked to myself. I think it would be easier for me if you could simply, I don't know...hang out here for a while? I could give you a call if it appears that the process is going to take longer than expected.As she examined me, Sharon's eyes become somewhat constricted at one point."All right," she murmured in response. "You can find me in the car.""Thanks," I said. I made an effort to grin at her, but I just couldn't muster the enthusiasm for it. I had to roll quite a distance away from the entrance on one side in order to access the wheelchair ramp, and then I had to push myself quite hard in order to make the angle. I had not yet gotten acclimated to climbing steep slopes, therefore doing so was not simple for me. When I arrived to the door, there was one of those buttons that you could push to make the door