They've been bullied, gotten into trouble at home, or with the law, so they're parents, or social services send them here, and we take troubled young ...irls, and turn them into responsible, educated young women. We need to have the doors of each room locked, because we need to keep our girls separate from each other till they've adjusted to life here. The bars are simply there for your protection, you're a few floors up here, we wouldn't want you falling out now would we?" What happens if they. That was years ago and a refresher course was welcomed.We went up to the third floor and went into one of the two single bedroom apartments. We passed a wide stairwell going up to the loft. "What is up there?" I have one tenant up there. It is a woman artist and she leases sixty-seven feet on the north end. She tells me that is where the light is best for what she paints. You'll notice that there are large windows on the end of the building. Do you want to meet her?" Sure, I'd like to. Maybe. Eyeing the catch on her bra I considered my next challenge and decided to move my right hand from her firm hip and attempt the intricate combination of hooks and loops with both hands. Although the trembling that belied my nervousness hindered me a bit, I was able to unfasten the bra just as the restroom door opened and a short wrinkled woman stepped out and passed us as she returned to her seat. With one arm holding up the top of her dress, the woman in front of me turned and our eyes met for. In trying to poke my finger into her pussy I felt the outline of her mound. She pushed a hand down to feel my pussy too; it felt awesome as she copied my movements stroking my cunt through my knickers. The intensity was almost too much, I had to have more. Getting off her I pulled her to her feet and pushed her dress down to her feet for her to step out of. I told her to lie down on the rug as I undid my own skirt, I took it off followed by my knickers, and standing on either side of her head.