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You can't help yourself and break into tears. "I'm sorry. I can't believe I'm crying," you sob.

Mr. Anderson takes you into his arms and you cry on his shoulder. He strokes your hair and says soothingly, "It's not your fault, Parker. You have an enormous amount of hormones being produced right now and mood swings are a known side effect. I'm truly sorry that I can't give you better news."

You're surprised at how comforting and reassuring it is to press your face against his shoulder and cry. His huge powerful arms around you make you feel secure and safe in a way that you haven't felt since you were a child. You pull your head off his shoulder briefly and glance down and are surprised and disturbed to see the outline of his enormous cock stiffening up against his right pants leg along his thigh.