All Chapters of Dirty Family Secrets: Chapter 981 - Chapter 990

She grinned, blown up big on my screen. "Filthy. Language like a sailor. At least in game. If only they knew."I giggled. She did curse in game all the time. "Knew what?""These lips. Barely been kissed.""That's the saddest thing I've ever heard. A friggin' shame."She leaned back, her face filling the frame. She looked a little sad. "Would you change that, Ace? If you could.""In a heartbeat. I'd love to taste those lips.""You'd be gentle with me, right? I know I come on strong in game, but real-life is different you know.""Pamper you like a princess."She pouted. "That's not what I need. I get plenty of pampering. I need a strong man. Like you. But gentle."Was she still teasing? Like me? "I'd try. Gotta be honest, it would be awfully easy to lose control with someone like you.""Tell me you'd be careful. Gentle. Breaking me in. Making a woman out of me.""Whatever you need. I could be that for you. I'd be gentle. Gentle but firm.""Kiss me, Ace."I leaned in, close to the camera

She laughed, standing and walking around slowly disrobing. "When do you want to start tomorrow?" she asked, tossing her pajama top on the chair. She was going braless, and I was more than thankful."I'm going to have to take a pass, most of the day. I won't be online until after 9:00 pm, maybe later."She was shimmying out of her pajama bottoms, and they slid to her feet. She stepped out and kicked them to the side. "Good. I'll get some sleep. Maybe actually eat something healthy. Work out. So many things I should be doing. You're corrupting me you know."She turned away from me, wiggling her sweet little butt. She was wearing sexy boy shorts under those pajama bottoms. And she had her thumbs hooked in the sides, slowly working them down. "What's it worth, Steve? Panties on the ground?""Four hours of farming. First choice of all drops," I offered."Six hours, and a Topaz to match my Ruby," her hands had stopped, with her panties halfway down her cheeks."Eight hours, a Topaz and an E

"Bullshit. You are anything but frigid. You are so fucking hot and sexy, you're making my blood boil.""I hate men," she sobbed."Do you hate me, Angel?"She shook her head. "But you're not real. You're just a fantasy.""I'm very real. Look at me." I moved my face closer to the camera. "Look, Sheri. I'm not a virtual person. I'm skin and bones, dreams and desires, and I'm falling in love with you. Tell me I'm not real.""How can you say that? How can you say you love me? You don't even know me."I smiled. "Do you think you know me? I think you do. You know what I'm going to do in game before I do half the time."She grinned, sniffling. "Duh. You're pretty predictable you know.""You're sweet boobies think they know me," I teased."Ignore them, they're just sluts.""No, they're in love, just like me. Lots of my body parts want to get to know yours, very intimately."Her grin got larger, "You think? The boobies have been wondering what those strong hands would be like.""They'd have to

It was difficult, but I did it. I told her. About my background. No family. Three childhood friends, and two more college friends starting a business. Failing, and doing it again. Got it right the third time. A bad relationship, with my first serious girl cheating on me with one of my partners, both no longer in the picture. Later a wife, cheating slut who screwed me over when we sold the business, transferring her stock ownership after we got bought out, working with my enemies to force me out. I'd been conned by her from the start. I had money, and friends, but the business I'd built from scratch and poured my soul into yanked out from under me. We got our payday, but I was betrayed, and lost. Nothing to dedicate my life too. Eighty hour work weeks became zero. Until Dan and Mark got me into the Venture Capital game. It gave me something to do. Not enough, but something.My friends were all men. I had an issue trusting women. I'd been burned badly, twice. Fool me once, shame on you.

Date night.I was nervous. No denying it. I had a few preparations to take care of, but I pulled up in the stretch limo by 6:30. Not by accident. By invitation.Sheri's father came down the steps of their brownstone, stealthily peeking back at the house. The driver opened the door, and he climbed in quickly."Jon Elsworth," he said by way of introduction, extending his hand."Steve Jeffery, pleased to meet you."He leaned back and looked me over. "So you're the magic man."I grinned. "How am I supposed to respond to that?""Proudly? She's out of her room. Getting dressed up. Going out, with a man. I don't know how you did it, but I had to meet the miracle worker.""I appreciate it. She's an amazing woman."He smiled. "No argument from me. Her mother tells me you know her history.""Only from reports. We haven't spoken about it. I didn't want to look too deep. It's her business, not mine.""Once you walk up those steps, it becomes your business. It's shaped her life ever since. You're