He laughs. “Sir? Come on, go home now. You look exhausted.” He pats me on the shoulder and walks away. I’m petrified. How long was I just ...itting there staring off? I need to regroup. To sit and think. I hurriedly collect my purse and stumble away to the bathroom. I find a stall, pull down my jeans and panties, and sit. The cool porcelain feels nice against my sore ass. What was I just dreaming about? I’m supposed to be an empowered woman. Why was I dreaming about a man ripping my. Itch...in my bum all day long..."She was wearing a white button-up blouse and pleated school-girl skirt, as well as dress-code white socks. I sat in front of her and untiedher canvass deck shoes. Her small feet were hot from walking, her socks damp from her perspiration. Julie slipped off her shoe, thenbegan massaging her socked foot in front of me, wiggling her toes as she rubbed her heel and instep.The fifteen year-old then rolled thedamp sock off her petite foot, her cute nose wrinkling as. His kept glancing at me as if I was a ticking timebomb and he couldn't wait for me to explode. I decided that it was time to get things started. I shifted my position on the couch until I sat with my skirt hiked up and my legs spread, my neatly trimmed pussy bared for Matthew's inspection. Nick was sitting at an angle where he wouldn't be able to tell that I was exposing myself, and he was too busy with his textbook anyway.Matthew looked up and saw my hot pussy. His eyes flashed to my face and. .if you wish." He startedto reach for my temples with both hands. My hands moved quickly to stophim."How long did I spend here last time?" I glared at him as I asked."Approximately one year; sixteen months, Alexandra my love." His handmoved against mine slightly. I stopped they're advance again."Empress, you requested I do so. I assure you, I would no soonerintentionally debilitate you than I would purposely plunge a katana intomy own abdomen!" He looked at me with such a remorseful,.