It couldn't be."I don't know whether to be offended or flattered, Alistair." My voice was wavering, my nerves showing through, and I hoped he wouldn't...notice.There was a strange hitch in his voice too. "I ... uh ... please don't be offended. It's definitely a compliment. Here's the thing. Being near you makes me crazy, but I can't imagine being without you. Not ever. Maybe this is too fast – I don't know – but I know what I feel. I wanted to wait for the perfect time, the perfect place ... but. As she came down she smiled and sat on the scooter. We started off while I had placed my hands on the handle.My boner was really strong today trying to push her and there was no way she couldn’t have noticed it. While looking at me through the mirror she said, “I think what you saw this morning is bothering you,” with a grin on her face. This gave me enough confidence.I smiled at her and made the best use of all my chances. I kept brushing her boobs with an excuse of turning on an indicator. Mygrandmother looked so ravishing that day in that amazing dress, and nowthat picture was ruined forever.Of course there was little time to lament with a crowd of pissed off menstaring at me in the face, daring me to try and get past them to go upand see my room. I was truly frightened when the name calling began andthey slowly moved towards me, like a line of angry storm troopers orsomething!I was thankful that the dean allowed me to move away from the dorm andinto a university alumnus and. “Thank you. Please escort them to the executive suite where I shall be waiting for them.” With that, Tachu spun around on her torturously high stilettos and strode towards the room where, as arranged, Menga was standing naked, except for her own stiletto heels, by the side of the spread laid out by the caterers. “Is everything in order, Menga?” Tachu asked. “Yes, ma’am,” her naked junior assented, bowing her head. “The photographer?” “She’s waiting in the anteroom, ma’am.” Tachu nodded..