Well, he was an executive, and entitled to have guests sometimes.“They wanted to see you. That was fine. A pattern of visits, though, would be distu...bing.”“You have rules?” she asked.“And they’re never written down. Who did you ask about how teaching assistants dress?”“Cynthia who’d taught the year before.”“And not the people who told you where to go and what your pay was,” he pointed out.“Well, no.”“They’d tell you that anything would be all right. If I asked Mr. Watkins if it were all right. Like any other athlete, Jerry had a girl, not the cliche head cheerleader, not a cheerleader at all in fact. His beauty was of another form, Alice, the sweet sweet Alice. Jerry towered over her petite 5'4'' and barely over 110lb frame. Her attire would beg that she was a tiny thing, but as you will soon find, her hidden assets told another story. Jerry walked in the door, Jeff his roommate was out, as usual, most likely drinking somewhere in the dorm which was normally the case. This was a. She was standing on a pair of sexy stilettos, not a sign of underwear and her round buttocks were really close to perfection...Margaret then spread her ass cheeks for me and asked softly:“What are you waiting for, Zorro…? “Stab me with your sword”I was mesmerized as I stared at her perfect butt. I then grabbed her firm hips and aimed my rock hard cock between her buttocks. Margaret cried in surprise as I entered her asshole.I felt she was very tight; but, after a few strokes, I was able to. The phone rolled immediately over to voicemail. Either the phone was off, or she was on it.I went to my window and stared out at the Elliott Bay. God, I love that view. On a clear day I can see Mount Rainier from here. Today wasn’t clear. But I could imagine where its dominant shape would rise, just over the stadiums down there, if it were clear.A ferry left the terminal, and traffic was beginning to pick up. I turned my eyes uphill toward the Market and looked at some of the newer high-rise.