Her boobs looked juicier than ever. Below she was wearing tight yoga pants and her ass looked just like heaven to me. It was perfectly round and hot.S...e said, “Come in Sachit what are you staring at?” I came to my senses and said: “Nothing you look different”. She smiled and said, “Come in this is how I am at home. Hope you don’t mind.” I tried acting cool, but I then realized I am starting to get a hard-on. I panicked as I was still wearing those short boxers.I immediately went and sat near. Who knew the government needed so many people to create graphics and websites? They’ve already started her on advanced animation training,” Beca said.“Cool. Just make sure she doesn’t sign that stupid service extension in order to get into management.”“They’ve already tried,” Beca said. “It’s part of a professional career path. Mostly, though, they’re trying to get programmers into it. They didn’t put much pressure on Joan.”“So how are you getting to Chicago?” I asked. Beca rolled to face me,. I have to admit that old habits die hard. I used to be sassy and willful and sometimes I fantasize about the punishments they would put me through if I became reluctant to obey them. I’d still have to be willing to submit but only because they had some blackmail or power over me. I know that fantasy sounds silly but I find myself thinking frequently about the sadistic things they would do to try to make me more pliable. It is a secret fantasy that I keep to myself. Instead, I focus on being a. "Famished," she said. "How about sausage and eggs for breakfast. I have some Jones Farm sausage, you know how good that is with toast and over easy eggs." "Sounds great, but you have to cook the sausage and I will do the eggs, since you always overcook them," Jill teased. She was right, eggs and me don't seem to be on the same page except I can poach an egg using the microwave. After breakfast we cleaned the table, putting the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. Jill and I then went back upstairs.