His office was on the first floor, directly over the portico of the main entrance. Harwell and I sat waiting for our appointment in a comfortable ante...room.Exactly at the time agreed for our appointment, the door to Merriweather's office opened and a tall, negro woman – I adjudged her to have come from the southern African colonies – emerged. She cut an imposing figure, dressed very much to my own tastes in a high-necked blouse with leg-of-mutton sleeves and a long straight skirt that clung. . My cellphone vibrated on the night stand beside my bed. I groggily felt around in the dark until I got a hold of it. Half asleep and blinded by the bright light of the screen my heart skipped a beat when I read the short worded text message sent from Mistress. “It’s on” was all it read. I knew that everything I knew about myself, and any morals I had were soon going to be altered and destroyed.Let’s go back to the start and allow me to elaborate on the situation that changed everything for. I went into a stall and sat on the seat as he came in behind me, closed and locked the door. I pulled my feet up and turned my knees to the side to not be seen and he stepped up to me. I pulled him down to me by the shirt collar and kissed him. He was shy at first but warmed up quick. I reached down as his tongue came between my lips and ran my hand along the front of his jeans to his bulge. Teen bulges are so sexy to me. I pulled his shirt out of his jeans and kissed his neck. He stood up. The stirrings of the troubled soul on the edge of change needs an ear to unload his most precious secrets. Like insects streaking and hunting through his body Queresh possessed this self-doubt, devouring what remained of his confidence.“I’ve never seen you like this,” remarked Rothenberg.“Oh yes you have. I’ve been hiding it, but you’ve seen it.”“When have I seen it?”“Right now. You can say I’m going through changes.”“Everyone goes through changes. Change is not such a bad thing, ya know.”“I’ve.