I kissed her. I asked her how many hands she had felt on her ass. "More than I can count," she giggled. "I have never felt so sexy...not for a long ti...e, at least."Kissing her ear lightly, I whispered, "They all want to fuck you, you know...they want to fuck your big tits, your pussy, your ass, your beautiful mouth,” I continued as her breathing got heavy. “You are so fucking hot, they want to do you right now...I know you have felt the erect cocks pressing against you."She kissed me hard and. I didn’t want to stare into her eyes or gaze on her bare midriff or glance at her tits or examine her slight camel-toe.Why? I should at least be feeling lust. But nothing.I sat at the table again and ‘she’ sat next to me, this time not touching.“How damaged are you?”“Pretty.”“Let’s go.”“Where?”“Wherever you go.”“Why?”“I want to talk to you.”“We have been talking.”“No, we have been yelling over the music and crowd.”“I have not been yelling.”“I have, and I don’t like yelling. I would like to. Lawyers are famous for long hours, along with all the other unpleasant things we're famous for. My dad's firm is no exception, although they're pretty sensible, really, about such things. Compared to most, at least." When do you get back to the grind in earnest?" It won't really be 'getting back' to it, for me. Up to now, I've always been a part-timer at the office, and a student. I've just been piddling around, since graduation, and during the bar course. Now, it's time to start getting. The professor finally managed to stutter out a question, breaking the silence that had befallen the room, “Is this subject number one in your research?”“Yes.”“So then you are the dominant and she the submissive?”“Obviously.”“This is interesting. You know, such an extreme theory as yours must have more than one subject. Have you found a second subject to confirm the theory?”“I remember a girl that I met just before I beat... I mean met Subject One here. Her name was Kelli. It seems she.